He could smell the sweet aroma of his forbidden chocolate skin, his warm breath fans through my face almost like a kiss. His eyes were shrimp shells of charm, his delicate form sending thrills through my core. My tongue caressed his inviting curves without hesitation, tasting the sweetness of his soul. I was tantalized by his brown hues, captivated by his hypnotic gaze. I was finally happy to be so close to something that I wanted so much and could only have for one night.
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The heat from Parker’s furnace blazed like wildfire, incinerating every sense and sending shockwaves of electric pleasure coursing through my veins as I revelled in his power. His slippery touch tickled my insides, unleashing a fervent passion that had been cruelly hidden in shadows until this moment.
His touch, an electric pulse of pleasure, sent shivers through me as he caressed my tight, lean muscles. His large hands kneaded and massaged, exploring each contour of my form. His passion exuded from every sensitive stroke, and the energy in the room became palpable as I succumbed to pure sensual delight.
Isaiah was a dark tempest with his tanned skin, piercing eyes and salt air scent. His warm, slippery tongue, fiery embrace and dripping sweat intoxicating, his strength almost too much. He was heat, desire, and insatiable hunger – an electric feast of the senses.
The night was dark and the alley smelled of stale beer and retaliation. His hands were cold as he slowly made his way through the shadows. He wanted revenge and he wanted it now. He made it to the mouth of the alley and saw the man who had wronged him. His heart stopped as he leaned in close and pressed his lips against his ex-lover’s. This was sweet revenge.
He bent her over, craveing the tantalizing taste of her muscle meat with each stroke. His tongue trailed the curves of her body, overwhelmed by her sweat and the warmth of her skin. She quivers beneath him, exhaling moans of pleasure until her body trembles with exquisite delight.