He was kissed like a wild animal caught in headlights; his body gripped and explored, moving in rhythm with the pressure of parted lips and wet tongues. His throat was moist and engorged with excitement, every inch of his being a conduit for his pleasure. He was transported to a new plane of desires, his skin scorching with pleasure and skin-on-skin contact. There were no limits, no inhibitions anymore; just an intense passion that took over both of their bodies as they merged into one raw, carnal entity.
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Gliding through the streets of Amsterdam, the sweet-scented male muscles present themselves like an erotic candy-shop. I walked, captivated, savoring every inch of their delicious skin, hips swaying, eyes twinkling under dim red lights. I felt a naughty excitement building in me, eager to taste this exotic pleasure.
He’d never forget the sensation of riding the handy man. His lean passive frame beneath me, his smooth skin slick with sweat, and his tightly-strained moans as I thrust ever deeper. We both came hard, our bodies trembling and shivering in our passionate embrace. Raw, uninhibited and thoroughly satisfying.
The city of Tel Aviv was electric with sexy energy. It was palpable, almost overwhelming. Everywhere I went, there were beautiful, sweaty bodies thrusting and writhing, all looking for release. The scent of tight skin and horniness hung in the air like a sweet, musky perfume. All I wanted to do was touch, feel and consume the pleasure of the night.