He sank to his knees, my tight ass encircling his throbbing shaft. My muscles rippled as his hands moved along my curves. He drove himself deeper and deeper, until I was screaming with pleasure. His body quivered, and then with a powerful rush, we both felt the explosion of cum in my bowels. Nothing mattered but the pure intensity of it. He was free, and so was I.
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His body pressed against mine. His gaze was smoldering and full of the heat of forbidden desire. His hands roamed my torso as I felt a wave of pleasure shoot through my veins. We tangled together, eager for more, mouths hungrily exploring each other’s. This straight jock had gone all the way. We were two best friends, discovering new heights of pleasure, both of us lost to the thrill of our forbidden, bareback union.
He had been watching me for a while. I was sure of it. As I walked around the corner, his eyes seemed to be magnetically drawn to me, and I felt like I’d been caught in his gaze. His lips parted and he licked them, sending electric bolts through my skin. I stepped closer and the world around us seemed to slow and come to a silent halt. We stared into each other’s eyes and his dick stirred in anticipation. I knew what we both wanted, and with a slight nod of our heads, we moved together in a passionate embrace that sent us to heights beyond pleasure.
He stood there, his languid frame betraying hidden desires. His gaze cut through me as I moved closer, my body alive with anticipation. His lips parted in shock as I brushed my lips against his, his breath coming in ragged gusts as our tongues collided. He’d come expecting a mission, but I’d given him a pleasure more intense than he ever thought possible.
She was nervous, but so was I. It was her first time and we both knew what was coming. When my lips met hers, I felt her tremble and my heart race. Then, with both an air of excitement and fear, I let my hands taste what I’d come for. She was my straight friend, but that night we both explored uncharted territory as our bodies moved in pure, unadulterated pleasure.
My heart raced as I stepped into the dimly lit club. Sweaty, muscular bodies moved to the beat of the pulsing music. Searching the room, I spotted him—our eyes met, he smiled and beckoned me closer. My breath left me as he pulled me tight and our tongues found each other’s in a passionate embrace. That night, he broke my bonds; I gave my body to him, and together we crossed the forbidden threshold of pleasure.
Colton was terrified and excited at the same time; the dark intensity of the club enveloped him as hands slipped beneath his shirt and initiated him into the erotic and forbidden world of gay male sensuality. He gasped as he felt the male warmth, a throbbing and aching desire that coursed through his entire being.