He had arrived, naked and glorious. His body was stunning; firm and powerful. I gasped as he nestled his huge member between my legs, pressing his flesh against my inner thigh. I was utterly mesmerized by his size and strength, and the possibilities of my pleasure that laid ahead of me.
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He swept me into his body and my head crashed against his hard chest as his amorous grip skillfully traveled up my back, his wanderlust hands pushing and pulling in sync with the tip of his tongue that roamed my mouth, like an explorer’s. I craved to feel more, I wanted him to take me away from reality.
His jock was like an unlocked door waiting to be explored. I took my time, slipping my hands beneath the fabric and feeling the heat of his desire against my fingertips. With each gentle touch and kiss, I felt myself unlocking more and more of his hidden desires, until I could feel him quivering with pleasure. His jock was my key to pleasure.
Henry’s hand reached out to the back door of Heaven. His fingertips brushed along its splintered and weathered wood, relishing the texture. It was the kind of door that would always remain open – to secret and forbidden lusts, to bodies entwined in the night, to surrender and pleasure….
He was a hot jock with a hard, broad chest and bulging biceps heaving under sweat-stained fabric. I opened the door to find him panting, unable to contain his lust. His eyes were hungry and I welcomed his back, eager to feel his fire against my own.