Dominic’s lips touched my core, his soft breath and expert tongue driving me wild as he teased and tantalised, going deeper and further until I was consumed by blissful pleasure so strong I could no longer resist. His oral allure had me melting into pure ecstasy.
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He walked in, his butt twitching in the tight jeans, the denim straining against the bulging muscles beneath. I was mesmerized by the sight of him, my eyes devouring his body, hungry for more. His gait was of pure confidence, bursting with boyish allure. I wanted to dive into his bountiful form and never surface.
He caressed her body with an unyielding grip, teasing and tantalizing her every nerve. With an authoritative force, he effortlessly took control of her until she was completely powerless; trapped within his seductive mastery of domination.
He turned, baring his solid chest and thick arms to her hungry gaze, the sight of taut muscle and gleaming skin stirring a deep lust within her. She felt her desire course through her veins, craving to be tasted, touched, explored. Again her eyes roamed across his body, savoring the tender allure of muscle meat.
My heart raced, my breath quickening, as his sexy selfie loaded on my screen. His alluring eyes, chiseled Adonis body, and full red lips called to me, tempting me with promises of hot, forbidden gay pleasure. I wanted to explore him and his body, feel his touch exploring me. I wanted to be lost in our forbidden dream of wild desire.
He stared at the selfie, mesmerized by the image of the stranger. His shirtless body held an enticing power as it seemed to ripple in front of the glass. He bit his lip as he ran his eyes over every curve and ripple of chiseled perfection, his desire burning hotter with every second. The pure, homoerotic desire he felt for a man he had never even met seemed to consume him.
He strode in confidently, ready for anything. His wide hips held together two huge, round globes that commanded the room. I couldn’t keep my eyes off them – they were just so inviting. As he pulled me closer and whispered lewd things into my ear, I felt myself grow aroused, captivated by those cheeky and huge balls.
My hands clutched his bouncing orbs, my fingertips igniting a wave of thrill-infused sensation as they caressed the contours of his muscled buns. His fingers entwined with mine as I reveled in the hardness of his glistening globes, and the pleasure of embracing such a glorious physical bounty.
The tight denim contours of his muscular thighs, down to his hips and then that telltale bulge of something more. His aroused desire enflamed anticipation and my mouth watered, imagining all the Saturday night possibilities. His heat radiating, commanding my body to take notice of the beautiful potential of this night.
The moonlight bathed the shore as the waves lapped the sand. I watched and waited in the shadows. Three boys eagerly removed their clothing – sinews flexing, breath intensifying – and moved together towards the roaring sea. The allure of their nakedness was overpowering. I watched, enraptured, until I too shed my clothes and joined them in that night’s wild, passionate sea rendezvous.