The hung jocks around here were like mythic gods, and I ached to conquer them. I loved the feel of their hard muscles, the sounds of their desire as I explored every inch of their body. I was obsessed with pushing them to the limit, making their bodies do things they never imagined.
Browsing: athletics
He was the perfect specimen of raw masculinity – a gym-honed Adonis with glorious bulging muscles, a taut back, and a thick, juicy cock that begged to be worshiped. It was an irresistible temptation, and the sight of it filled her with a lust she could barely contain.
My nerves were on fire. I slid into the coach seat – my body leaning back, my eyes peeking around. It was a chance gone right and the electricity between us clear. We drank in the thrill, the nerves, the pre-game public play. His eyes wandered my lips, my neck – my body with every movement, each gesture a whispered plea until finally, I was his.
Heaving abs, chiseled biceps, thick thighs – these hung, muscular jocks were built to please. Erections that seemed to beg to be touched, and velvety smooth skin that begged to be licked. Hard and ready, these jocks made you long for heady, steamy nights full of passionate encounters.
Hear the raucous excitement of the bleachers, feel the sweat beading on their bulging muscles, watch the tight uniforms straining to contain quivering masculine flesh. Heave a sigh of pleasure as the hard, hot jocks strut and swing their way onto the court. Oh yeah, they’re ready for a sweaty night of heated passion and pulsing energy!
The big balls hung heavy, swaying sensually with each gentle movement. I ran my hand over them, feeling the heat of raw pleasure emanating from the thick, fleshy orbs. I could barely contain my excitement when my tongue explored the delicious surfaces, tasting the sweet salty mix of our shared ecstasy.