The musky aroma of sweat and muscle hung in the air, as the heat between us grew. I felt his hard heat against me, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. His every touch was an exquisite torture, and I could feel my passion, my arousal – rising to higher levels of desire with each second.
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He pounced on him hungrily, skin pressing against skin, slick with sweat as their bodies writhed together in raw, animalistic lust. His breath was hot against her neck, his grip strong and muscled as he moved against her, every thrust dragging them deeper into sweet, sweaty oblivion.
His firm, jutting body drove me wild with desire. I could feel the heat of his raw masculinity, fired up with a bristling hunger that only made me hungrier. I wanted to devour every last inch of his hungry, throbbing muscle meat.
My muscles flexed and surged, heat and sweat pouring off my body. His tongue traced a line of fire down my chest and I trembled with pleasure as I moved in synchronized bliss; a raw, aching pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me. I’d never felt anything as intense and powerful in my life.
He gripped her tight, the bulging muscles on his arms glistening with sweat as he encouraged her body against his. His erratic breathing told her he wanted more and as his hands caressed her curves they left trails of heat and pleasure. He knew exactly what she desired and pushed her further, their mutual arousal intensifying until the room was filled with shivers of delight.
He filled his hand and placed it on her stomach, savoring the soft skin as his fingers massaged each ball firmly in her flesh. She gasped with delight as she felt the warmth of his big hands radiating through her body, quivering with pure pleasure as he moved his fingers around the deliciously taut spheres of ecstasy.
His body gleamed with sweat, muscles flexing and straining as his expert hands explored her curves. She gasped in pleasure, gripping the sheets as his rough yet tender touch left her trembling with anticipation. They moved together as one in a trance of pure pleasure, and she knew that it would be a night of intense, unforgettable bliss.
The night air was alive and shimmering with possibilities. My heart raced with excitement at the thought of making my way through the hot and sweaty crowd in search of a strong and sexy man to make my fantasy come alive. The man I was about to meet would be muscular, with a presence that was both assertive and inviting. As I moved closer, I could feel a sensual transmission of energy between us, deepening my craving for a steamy night of unforgettable, raw passion.
He stood before me, bulging with muscle, veins tracing wide across each limb. His pecs, his biceps, his thighs, just begging to be touched and caressed. I wanted to feel the hard, sculpted body beneath my fingertips, to surrender to his strength, to ignite passion as his body pressed into me. I felt his desire burning through us both and knew I had to have him.
The beach was paradise – muscular sun gods lounging in the sand, towels draped to reveal their lithe bodies, all golden and taut under the bright Mediterranean sun. As evening descended, we tumbled together in wild rapture – pleasure barely contained by our crashing, grasping waves of lust. Here lip-locked gasp was my timeless kaleidoscope of Mykonos.