I felt the sand between my toes as I walked along the beach, suddenly finding myself face-to-face with a handsome, muscular stranger. His enticing blue eyes were doing all the talking, and soon our mouths locked in steamy kisses. Then we were in the surf, his salty, salty lips bathing my neck in hot saliva. Soon he was pleasuring me as we bobbed in the waves…until we culminated in a wild, sin-filled scene of beach-side blowjobs.
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He felt a surging of longing rush through his veins; the train felt strangely close and intimate. His heart raced and he quickly hopped off, slipping away into a secluded alley. A dark figure, shrouded in the night, emerged from the shadows. And he felt his whole body tremble with excitement as he leaned back, ready to experience the most thrilling train journey imaginable.
The train rocked down the rails, its rhythm in time with my racing heartbeat. His tongue stoked sensuous sparks through my body, tracing deep dreams down my throat. His hands drove me forward, pulsing pleasure through me as I trembled to the climax of that steamy train BJ.
The sand on the beach seemed to come to life beneath his feet, a warm malleable cushion. When I licked his chest, I could taste the blend of sun-warmed salt and him. His breath held the sea, with each exhale a whisper of a mermaid’s song as his sweat dripped down my chin into the salty waves. With one hand on the back of my head, I took him deeply in my mouth and felt my body shudder with pleasure.
My lips met his as I leaned in for a taste. I could tell he’d been working hard all week, but his taste was delicious. His hands moved down my body with a passion that let me feel alive for the first time in weeks. I pushed my tongue farther, wanting more. His breaths became labored as his fingers brushed my dick, until eventually he released a stunning explosion of pleasure. That night, I had the best Cape Town BJ of my life.