He lay down on the bed, waiting for the handyman. His anticipation built with every passing second. When he arrived, the handyman entered the room lucious and ripe. He lay down beside the man and started to kiss him deeply. His hands explored every corner, growing wilder by the moment until their tongues meshed and their bodies clashed heavily and raw. Nothing more needed to be said – the only language they knew was pleasure.
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He felt greasy like a slick engine as I touched his broad shoulders, my every caress similar to me tinkering away, turning a bolt. And then he revs and I’m buckled in, feeling the heat and wetness of his deep purr as he shifts gears, pushing me further down the highway of satisfaction.
Damp tongues licked my swollen skin as our bodies entwined. He moved like a beast, plunging inside me, ravaging me with his tools, raw and rough. He took me by the waist, spinning me over the tools, driving me deeper into a ravaging bliss. His deep, passionate breaths blew against my neck as I yielded to his relentless passion.
He groaned, thrusting in and out, hard and fast. His hands around my ass, pulling my body in closer, as if wanting to melt into me. His lips on mine, as if tasting the pleasure we created. His hand around my cock, making me grunt in pleasure. Ablaze in a rock-solid erotic world, his skillful hands brought me Climax.
He moved into me like a steam engine, pushing and pistoning, driving deeper and deeper until I felt every last inch pinned tightly within me- cinching and tightening until I screamed out in ecstasy. My rapture of passion was his engine, and finally, we burned together in flames of erotic union.
His fingers gently caressed my chest, slowly sliding down, and getting lower. His face glowed with pure sexual hunger as his palms flexed around my body. The distinct smell of oil and mechanical grease filled the air as his mouth explored mine. We ripped off our clothes and used the hard metal of the car as a bed, as the engine sputtered and throbbed, heating up with our passion.
He woke up with a throbbing ache between his thighs, a stirring that was so strong and so alluring, he felt himself drawn into it. His hands traveled slowly to the source of the pleasure, massaging and tenderly caressing until he was overwhelmed by waves of intense desire and pleasure. Grasping firmly, he let out a moan of pleasure as he released all his inhibitions. It felt so good, so comforting, he couldn’t bear to stop. He embraced the bliss of the moment, and truly began to love ‘the morning wood’.
David and I met in the shadows, quickly discarding our clothing as urges surged and we shared in an affair of passionate lust. His hot, eager lips found my neck as I flexed, ready to take all he had to offer. Our unleashed desire culminated in cries of ecstasy as our two loads burst like stars in the night sky.
Michael’s thick, hard rod filled my tight hole with searing pleasure. My body ached for more as I rode his length, intensifying the rapturous sensations that pulsed through my veins like lava. I whimpered his name as he thrust deeply, pushing us both closer to the ultimate pinnacle of pleasure.