The salty scent of the Bay tantalized my senses, and with it, the promise of a wild night ahead. I meandered through the bright city lights, eager for my first taste of the Frisco feast. Swept up in the evening’s seductive embrace, I feasted with abandon; eagerly savoring the succulent sensation of each gay tongue.
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The magnetic allure of Montreal muscles, allured me in. I followed suit, and my every kiss, hungry nibble and lick, explored the inviting landscape of hypnotising muscles and searing flesh. The taste of succulent perfection deliciously dancing on my tongue, left me wanting nothing more than more.
Greyson’s taste was like a meadow in spring; fresh, heady, and clothed in a dewy sweetness that left me wanting more. His arousal built with each passing stroke of my tongue and as I slowly devoured his manhood I felt transfixed in a maelstrom of pleasure.
He devoured the contours of his feast with delight, licking and sucking away at the sweat glistened dinner slab as his eager tongue explored every ripple and valley of the hard muscle meat. He let out a sensual moan of pleasure, savoring the salty flavor of man flesh.
I hungrily reached out to the screen, tracing my fingers along his tight muscles. I could just imagine myself feasting on his toned body, my hands exploring every inch of his flesh, inviting him to pleasure me in ways only a man like him can. I wanted our kiss to be electric, bursting with fire, leading to unimaginable heights of delight.
Matthew’s lips slowly moved up and down the hard, throbbing contours of his partner’s manhood, every lick delivering sparks of pleasure. His tongue plunged deep inside, eliciting sexual moans of passionate delirium. A forbidden bliss that writhed in the darkness, capturing more pleasure with every sinuous stroke.
My tongue glides across the warmth of his skin, savoring his taste before following the contours of his muscled body. His breath quickens as I explore each inch, my lips seeking out his deepest craving until my pleasure is his.