He came harder with each thrust, a carnal beast unhinged and unleashed – his orgasm overpowering & primal. She dug her nails into his back as she met his passion with hers, sending him into a frenzied bliss that left her completely spent.
Browsing: Erotic
He knew that a single photo was worth a thousand words, a thought that aroused his deepest instincts. The miā¸¤croseconds of pleasure in every thumbnail shot of selfie perfection sent a wave of arousal through his body. His mouth salivated, his heart beat faster, and he felt a tingle between his legs. He was captivated by the sexual potential, and the wild imaginings of skin on skin adventures that such a tantalizing selfie could bring.
He stepped forward, pressing me into the mirror. Our eyes met in its reflection, and what it revealed was both a beautiful secret and an undeniable hunger. He caressed my neck, trailing down my body, his touch electrifying my skin and awakening a longing so fierce I could scarcely breathe. His lips found my own, and in that moment I knew I’d be his willing captive for the rest of the night.
My tongue danced with his like it knew all the dances, and it licked every bit of him until he was quivering with pleasure, begging for more. His moans grew louder as I explored every inch of him, teasing, pleasing and tantalizing his entire body with my tongue. Nothing was more beautiful than the blissful expression on his face as he surrendered to his pleasure.
It was an unforgettable experience I will never forget. His hands were everywhere, exploring every man and woman in the room. His tongue slithered like never before, arousing passion and primal desires like nothing else. Pleasure, desire, and wild abandon drove us in an out of control orgy.
Gabriel worked his way towards the man, his gaze inticing and luring him closer. His stomach tightened when the man’s lips met his; their tongues blending in an erotic pas de deux. His hands explored the depths of the man’s body before the climax of Gabriel’s big swallow – a deep, passionate, and homoerotic surrender.
Carter crawled into the cramped brownstone, the walls echoing with the crunch of his footsteps. Sweat pooled on his skin. His breathing deepened as he descended, soon devolving into moans as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. Nothing else mattered, not the musty air or the tears streaming down his face – only the descent into pleasure.
He was a beautiful thing, Owen, all golden-haired and toned. We explored each other, my every twitch of pleasure matched by his, until finally it was time and without another word I wrapped my hands round his waist and slowly, oh so slowly, I thrust deep inside him. I moved in an out, faster and faster and faster, until my entire body was covered in sweat. He let out a long sigh, and as I felt his body tense around me, we both knew we had gone all the way.
He held her waist tight and explored her body, exploring her curves and dipping his tongue in the crevices of her neck. His hot breath sent shivers down her spine, turning her on, in anticipation of wild and passionate love-making.
I eagerly explore muscular selfies with my fingertips, tracing the tracery of hardened muscles beneath my fingertips. I feel my heart racing as I imagine how it would feel to be pressed hard against those hard, chiseled bodies, my mouth exploring unyielding skin, experience the power and incredible fulfillment of homosexual intimacy.