The sun-kissed sand tickled their toes as gentle sea waters lapped against their calves. Their hungry mouths clashed wildly, their hands burning with desire. He pulled back, exposing the bulges of his chest as he teased, tantalizing his lover’s tongue with his own. His lust was limitless.
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Hoisted by his HUGE MEMBER, I grabbed onto his back as he thrust his way inside me, his ROCK HARD cock filling me up, pushing beyond all limits until I could barely take it. His hands clenched my hips as he pounded into me, making me yelp with every deep moment, building me higher and higher until I was floating with pleasure.
The feathery brush of fabric against Sean’s olive skin soothed him more than anything ever could. His muscles rippled in anticipation as his masculinity was unleashed, writhing underneath those silky sheets. His burning gaze was filled with feverish desire as his hands explored further beneath– yearning for the surmounting pleasure that lay ahead.
He looked at me with smoldering eyes, his lips quirking up in anticipation of our encounter. I felt an electric charge, my heart racing as my desire grew. I felt like a criminal, as his strong arms encircled me and my lips pressed desperately against his. It was like fire, our passion burning achingly and passionately through the night.
He was clearly in charge, pushing my body up the wall, grinding his slim hips against mine. His fingertips traced my chest as his tongue teased my neck. Heat shot through me like an arrow, my cock desperate to be explored. His kiss was hard, electric, and his hands were everywhere. I was consumed, my body begging to be taken, to be fucked by Dylan hard.
He held out his arm, inviting me to join him. His skin was hot and smooth, and I could feel the electric energy of his body. I wanted nothing more than to melt into him, and feel my body radiating with desire. This was not just any average selfie, this was the selfie of my dreams, sensual and electric.
My second encounter with the 12-inch monster came in the summer, when the sun’s rays cast an orange hue across the city, and the air was filled with possibility. That day, I felt empowered—I fumbled with buttons and fabric, my heart racing as I revealed my naked body to him. His eyes drank me in, and I revelled in the feeling of being desired. I moved closer to him, and the monster was unleashed.
He opened his jeans, pulled out his hard, twitching member, and I sank to my knees. Like a ritual to a forgotten god, I cupped it hungrily in my hands and pulled my lips over the broad head, swirling my tongue around its ridges until Robert uttered a low moan and shuddered as I took him in.
In a city of twisted fantasies and hard steel, Leo had wanted more than a soft touch. His rod, slick with need, slid into my rear like a hot knife through butter. His caresses set flame to my soul as I quivered in orgasmic pleasure, my leathered body thrumming with dark, intense pleasure.
Christopher’s rough hands found their way around the back of his head, gripping tightly before pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. His hands moved firmly to Christopher’s waist, feeling each ridge and muscle as they pressed together. Their tongues explored in a wild yet gentle dance. This was one “back door lovin'” Christopher wouldn’t soon forget.