The night swirled with heady fumes of desire as Eli descended into a pleasure pit of raw carnality. He craved something dark and rough, something that would make him feel alive in the arms of a total stranger. He knew only one thing — the night was about to get wild.
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A soft moan escape my lips as I sink onto Eli’s hard steel shaft, feeling it fill me with an exquisite pleasure only a lover can bring. His hands grab my hips and his thrusts become deeper, faster, each one sending shockwaves up my spine and around my body.
The noxious aroma of his seed filled my senses as I slowly lapped it up. His semen was sweet, like liquid candy on my tongue, but I knew it was also a powerful poison. No matter, the sensation of this hot load being drawn deep into my mouth was outrageous, and I wanted more.
He was standing there, the delight of his manliness embedded in me, and I ached to draw him further in. As he lowered his eyes, I saw his Adam’s apple bob softly, and I knew it was time; I bent forward and took his meaty rod into my barely-breathing mouth. His taste hit my tongue like a gush of sweet pleasure and I sucked hard, letting every inch of his flesh bring me to the edge of bliss.
The night was hot and sultry and my tension and excitement was palpable as I stepped into the room. Eli’s eyes pierced through me as he spoke in a raw, raspy voice. There was no turning back now – I was about to be initiated in a way that I’d never experienced before. He commanded me to take off my clothes, and as each article of clothing fell to the floor, I felt my heart racing harder than ever.
He smiled, and in that moment I knew I was his. His lips tasted sweet, and his lustful hands roamed my body. He led me to an unmentionable place, and my night of firsts began with untold pleasure. Soon, I was lost in the wildness, in the heat, in him, and in me. I’d never felt so alive and accepted. I was hot and wild in the city with Eli.
Eli’s heart was both dark and alive with desire, pushing against the restraints of society. His longing could not be purified by shame, and found solace in fleeting moments of passionate, forbidden encounters. His hunger for pleasure was worn proudly like a brand, embodied by a burning heat that only true sensuality could sate.