The night air was like electric silk against my skin as I strolled through the city, my gaze drawn to hot selfie after hot selfie; each set of muscular shoulders, bulging biceps, and deep eyes like an irresistible spell that had to be followed. Soon, those seductive images led me to an experience that was pure pleasure, yielding to the temptations of the night and surrendering to the salty taste of pleasure that came with it.
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The sweltering heat of Sitges seeped into my bones, making the air feel heavy, stagnant. Tasting salt on my lips, my heart raced as I soon found myself in the bedroom of a handsome local. Our skin slick, our passionate embrace stealing away the evening, I found in his embrace a new kind of bliss. Sweat and salt, heavy breathing and shivers – that night is a quenching pleasure I’ll never forget.
Sweat slipped and trickled across hard rippling chests, oil glinting in the fluorescent light and lingering on his lithe body. Pushed up against the hood, I could feel the heat between us, the molten liquid of my desire, stoking the blaze of his. Grease and fire became one, lust consuming us both as we explored under the hood.
Heaving, his fingers entangled in her hair, he pulled her closer as she slowly glided her full, soft lips up and down his length. She teased and tasted him; her warm breath caressing and sparking his senses to an unforgettable peak of pleasure. He was in pure bliss, and she knew it.