Weaving a web of desire, I caressed the curved contours of his body. My fingertips and palms tracing a path of burning pleasure, finally resting to tantalize the most sensitive area of his body, my hips undulating against his as our breaths quickened and his body thrummed with anticipation. Sliding into ecstasy, I delivered an unforgettable experience, the sensual massage concluding with a shudder of pure pleasure.
Browsing: eroticism
The pool party was a blur of man-on-man pandemonium. The mass of hard-bodied, scantily-clad bodies converged in far-reaching expressions of passionate ardor fueled by the hot air of raging hormones. The smell of chlorine and the sound of desire filled the air. These men weren’t just here to swim, they were here to fulfill their deepest sexual fantasies.
His immense length filled me up, pushing against my walls and sending waves of pleasure through me. His enormous girth filled me near to bursting, squeezing and caressing as it stretched me to my limits. I sighed in delight as his huge cock rumbled through me, exploring my depths.
His back was broad and taut, his stomach unwittingly enticed her with every flex and ripple caused by his hands that roved all over his pulsing flesh. He was a perfect silhouette of surging, ecstatic desire. As his bulging muscles and tanned skin glistened with a sheen of sweat beneath the dimmed light, she wanted nothing more than to let her hands explore every heavenly curve of his body.
The sun beat down, hot and relentless. Sweat trickled down my forehead and my chest, dampening my shirt as I watched him in the distance. His lips gleamed from the glistening sweat that covered his face and the curve of his tanned, muscular body was visible through the thin fabric of his shorts, and it was everything I needed to be aroused. As he came closer, the hunger in his eyes a promise of pleasure, my heart raced and my breathing grew heavy- I knew I was in for a homoerotic treat that I would never forget.
I felt my heart race as I scrolled through the selfies of this hot guy: his half-closed eyes, broad sculpted shoulders, and bulging muscles begging me to touch them. I paused, imagining his lips on mine, his body against mine. Longing flooded through me, turning my body to liquid fire.
His fingertips brushed against the edge of his laptop, the keyboard keys clicked beneath his index finger. His perky nipples tightened, sending a spark of arousal from his chest to his navel. He bit his bottom lip and adjusted himself in his chair to conceal his growing bulge. He opened his internet browser, the touch of the screen so close to his throbbing desire. He moved closer, and clicked the link to view the object of his idolatry.
Hot, steaming streams of blissful cum, sliding oh-so-slowly down your body, dipping and diving like a river of pleasure in search of its ultimate destination. The sensuality is intense, the desire all-consuming. Revel in these fifty shades of cum bucket ecstasy.
The handyman smelled of eucalyptus, sweat and earth. His eyes were deeply passionate and his hands felt strong against my skin. I wanted him and I could sense he wanted me too. Every touch, kiss and caress created new sensations that sent electric chills all over my body. Rawdogging him felt like the ultimate fulfillment as we both let go and indulged in pure pleasure.
He squeezed my biceps as he pulled me closer, and I could feel my muscles tense under his grip. I could smell that delicious musky smell that only a man can produce. His eyes were feasting upon me as if I was a piece of artwork, and I began to melt under his stallion-like gaze. We both knew this was leading somewhere; somewhere beyond just muscle worship.