His broad shoulders flexed as he shifted, his bulging biceps and hairless pecs achingly enticing. His tight jeans couldn’t hide the tautness of his abs and the promise of what was beneath. I wanted to scrape the starch away and bask in his heat.
He pounced on him hungrily, skin pressing against skin, slick with sweat as their bodies writhed together in raw, animalistic lust. His breath was hot against her neck, his grip strong and muscled as he moved against her, every thrust dragging them deeper into sweet, sweaty oblivion.