He wanted her big and bold, a desire that could not be hidden. His hands moved up her curves like a blind man memorizing a statue – an exploration of lush softness matched only by the heat of anticipation. When their bodies met, he knew it: size mattered.
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He had a dark energy that radiated from his phone, like his sexy selfies were beamed down from another world, and I wanted to explore it. My body hummed with anticipation of what lay beneath the surface. I imagined his perfect body, his delicious kiss, and the pleasure that his touch could bring. I licked my lips in eagerness to journey beyond the revealing images, and into the depths of his homoerotic fantasy.
As I stare at the picture of this alluring and handsome man, the perspiration beads on my neck and my heart rate skyrockets. I can almost feel himself in the picture, his gaze eliciting an invisible embrace that turns me on. His exposed body reveals all the desires I crave; I am aroused, captivated and entranced by his unique beauty.
He tugged my shirt up, snapped my belt open, and pulled my crotch to him. I gasped as I felt his huge member press against me. His cold skin and thick shaft sent an electric shock through me. I wanted him, needed him. I could feel my own manhood harden in anticipation.
The heat was electric, igniting a fire that scorched us both. And with each sensual touch we felt that heat grow, our skin slowly burning with a delicious ache that only seemed to intensify as we explored our twin passions.
The pleasure of it was overwhelming. With each passing moment I grew more aroused, my body trembling with delight as I rubbed the hard length of my dick, my eyes fixed on the sexy selfies that lit me up like wildfire. Sweaty and breathless, I was lost in that moment of pure ecstasy, my body straining toward orgasmic bliss.
He cupped his hand around the swell of my groin. I melted as he rubbed my growing desire, feeling its heat through my jeans. He gently grazed his fingertips down my chest, tracing each promise of pleasure until I could no longer stand the anticipation. With a look of want and need, I let my clothes drop to the floor.
I could barely contain my excitement as he unfastened the top button of his jeans and my eyes widened at the sight of his huge, hard magnum, begging to be touched. I couldn’t resist as I knelt before him and caressed the smooth shaft and tasted pure perfection.
The air is thick with lust. Sweat drips over flesh as bodies intertwine in a frenzied, primal dance. Taste gives way to touch as hungry mouths explore each other in a sea of flesh. The cum-soaked aftermath a testament to each passionate encounter. Welcome to the Meat Market.
I came to Toronto for the night, searching for something dark and edgy, something that could only be found in the underground of the city. Awash in sweat, penis, and leather, the dancefloor was a sensuous playground awaiting my exploration. With each beat, I felt my body come alive as the men around me became entranced in their own heat. I felt the tight, masculine bodies grind against me, pushing me, reminding me that I, too, could muscled-up with pleasure.