My mouth tasted of Parker–the sweet bite of whiskey, the salty tang of his skin. I wanted more, and I gave into the craving, a sinful indulgence as I licked and teased, my tongue the devil’s own instrument of pleasure leading my body through a night of lust and ecstasy.
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Held hostage in a room of sweaty manhood, a battle between desire and caution erupted. Thick musk permeating the air, each breath promised release from the tight restraints of everyday life. My senses ached to be filled with the sight of ridged abs, bulging quads, and bulging jockstraps, my mouth watery with anticipation.
I was so excited when I saw his big dick, bobbing and swaying as he walked in my direction. His heavy balls hung low between my legs, and with every step he made, his big dick seemed to be calling for me. Once we were together, there was no denying it; it was time for me to surrender to his desires.
He feasted his eyes on the intoxicating photos of big, thick, and luscious dick selfies, fully aroused by the sheer glory of the long, inviting curves and the beauty of the smooth, slender shaft. His imagination raced as his mind filled with wild, passionate fantasies about what it would feel like to have that pulsating muscle of pleasure between his hands, or to slide his eager tongue up and down until he erupted in ecstasy.
My gaze lingered, my heart pounded and my desire surged as I admired the hunk’s selfie. His shirtless chest heaved with each breath, so deliciously exposed, my hard-on pushing against my jeans in anticipation. His body called to me, begging me to slide in and explore further, and as I dove into his gaze I knew I wanted nothing more.
The tight grip of his strong hand clamped around my throat as he pulled me close. He devoured my mouth with a passionate kiss that made me dizzy with desire. I wanted all of him, and he wanted control. His hand now tight around my bulge, he pulled me towards the alley. Suddenly, I felt him pushing me against the wall. I trembled with anticipation. This was it. This was the dirty PV BJ I’d been searching for. His sensual, deep kisses seduced my skin, turning my body to fire. He moved down my body, setting off every nerve in my body. I was ready for an unexpected delight.
Jordan stepped out of the club into the steamy, humid night air. He knew what he wanted, and he knew where he needed to go. As he reached the corner of his salvation he could feel his heart thudding against his chest. He was scared, but also strangely excited. With a trembling hand, he opened the door and stepped into an ocean of pleasure.
He hungrily stares at the selfie, pondering the seductive lines of his body and craving the delicate touch of every inch of him. His hands trembling with desire, he dances with the idea of what could be if they were together. A wild, passionate night explodes in his mind and his loins ache with anticipation.
He parted my succulent lips with his thick, monstrous shaft, pushing through the slippery walls of my petite depths. With each passionate thrust, I embraced and surrendered to his glorious girth, feeling my body stretch to its limits and cry out in pleasure.
He was all macho: a muscular body in a denim shirt and Keysar jeans, a hint of five o’clock shadow on his chiseled face, and an expression of raw determination in his piercing brown eyes. But when he took off his mask, the desire deep inside me began to swell. His smouldering gaze ignited a fire in my soul, and his sensual, full lips beckoned me closer to explore every inch of his body.