He entered, timidly at first, searching for a forbidden pleasure he had never experienced before. His eyes darted around, looking for someone to share in this pleasure, his breathing becoming increasingly labored. While his heart raced, his speed increasing, he found me, and I invited him in with a stern yet hungry gaze. Our hands darted around, exploring each other. His eyes were ablaze with anticipation, and I could tell he was ready for this taboo.
Browsing: Erotic
I spread my cheeks and welcomed the blazing head of pleasure into my pleasure palace. His heavy, strong cock filled me completely full, each inch creating deeper and deeper waves of pleasure that left me panting and aching for more. He moved slowly at first, then faster and faster, until a pulse of exquisite pleasure built up inside me, rising to an orgasmic crescendo with a river of molten cum cascading down my back.
He had me bent over, ready to take my pleasure. His long, thick cock slid in with ease; I gasped as each inch found its way further and further in. I bucked as I adjusted to his size, feeling my skin flush with desire and raw pleasure. It was an ecstasy I’d never imagined possible. He was my everything.
I lay still in his bed, sneaking contented glances of the barely lit silhouette of my Daddy’s body. His broad chest, unblemished, his strong yet gentle arms, pulling me closer and closer as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. I felt his desire, his want, his raw, masculine need that we both knew could only be satisfied one way.
He felt his heart race as he looked at the selfie. It was pure erotic energy, a burning desire that swelled from his soul. Each glance of the naked body awoke a deeper craving that made his breath quicken. His mind raced with the possibilities of what could be. He could barely contain himself.
My eyes widened in awe as the partyboat floated off into the night. I’m not quite sure what would follow me on this slippery voyage, only that cum rivers would soon flow. As the boat lurched forward I was filled with a heavy anticipation of scintillating excitement–whatever tonight would bring, I knew it would be explosive.
The bars in Berlin pulsated with an energy that seemed to electrify my air, every surface dripping with twirled mustaches and primed Desire. The ripping of shirts joined the thunderous bass and I found myself lost in the pleasure of it all. Each boy I shared my bed with melted in my arms like wax and I was consumed with the relentless passion of my own fiercest lust.
My gaze was locked onto his beautiful body, drawn to the curves of his waist, the swell of his hips, and then further still to the magnitude of his toned, sculpted chest. His eyes found mine and in that moment, I felt my wild self taking over; I wanted to know every inch of what lay below his denim shorts.
He slid the jersey off, revealing his toned body. His eyes blazed with passion and desire as his hands explored my body, each caress more intense than the last. I gasped as his lips locked with mine, our tongues tangled and our bodies moved as one. That night, we scored a whole new victory.
Breathing heavily, I lay beneath him, fluttering under his kisses, barely aware of the field beneath us, as his eyes seemed to make love to me more hungrily than his hands and mouth. Our sweaty skin sliding against each other was the only sound that could be heard as I melted in his embrace and welcomed him further in.