He came to the beach knowing he was hungry–not just for a hot breathless moment of pleasure, but for something much more. Tight, eager fists found wet, willing spaces and open mouths welcomed the salty thrusts of surging desire. Fists fed hungers that had long been denied and each touch left the air thick with sweat and the heady aroma of hot, sated lust.
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It started with a gentle grazing of my inner thigh as our bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace. The sensation grew more intense, more electrifying as his finger glided into me; his touch chords of pleasure deep within. His finger thrusting, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy– an absolute dizzying bliss where I hung suspended in the moment until, with an explosive finish, I was set awry from the euphoric trance he had placed me in.
The bed creaked rhythmically as he explored within me, his fingers gliding and dancing across the most sensitive nerves. Ecstasy bled over me in wave after wave of pure pleasure as I surrendered to him, submitting to his touch and savoring every second of his exquisite, skillful caress.
He trembled with anticipation as his fingertips grazed those smooth, bare thighs and felt their way up to the twink exile’s waiting nest. His juices overflowing, the core of his desire pulsated as he fingered his way among the silky hairs, pushing ever deeper with increasing pressure, experiencing a rapture with each stroke that coursed through his veins.
I felt his firm, slender finger tracing circles around my tight bud before slipping inside. The pleasure that possessed my body as his experienced hand explored my secret depths was indescribable. I moaned as he teased and coaxed my aroused body to the edge of ecstasy. Then, with a flick of his wrist, I felt waves of pleasure crashing over me.
The Twink moaned as I pushed my way inside, exploring his tight insides. His back arching, my lips pressing to his neck as my finger danced from one spot to the next. The pleasure was building, my tongue tracing patterns, before my Master touch sent him over the edge and into ecstasy. I watched as the Twink was taken to paradise.
His slender fingers explored the peculiarly sensitive plane of skin between the twink’s leg and stomach, sending shivers and sensations that made the twink writhe and moan in pleasure. His touch penetrated deeper, teasing his submissive’s deepest, most intimate parts until the twink exploded in pleasure. He’d never felt so exposed and wanted before. Ecstasy flowed through his body in waves, thrilling his being and setting his soul ablaze.
He groaned as he plunged his finger in, burying it deeply inside of me. He moved it expertly around, his eagerness making me gasp with pleasure. I thrust into his hand, following his every move. His finger aroused every nerve, jerking me closer and closer to a heightened wave of bliss. My mind was spinning as he explored, his vigor pushing me to ecstasy.
He fingered me gently at first, trying hard to creep slowly up inside, letting the heat and wetness spark a light inside me that only he could ignite. It was a highly sensual odyssey that electrified my soul and made my body craves for more.