He liked the way ‘Miles’ moved; full of sinuous grace and raw hunger. He nibbled his neck, lapping and savoring the ripest parts. Miles tasted like sweat and lust, reaching places deep in their souls. Traversing that distance, they explored each other’s fantasies and created their own.
Browsing: fitness
His horns out, he looks like a raging bull, a wild creature hot for the hunt, ready to devour my aching desire with a single, searing thrust of his hard, hung jock. A primal craving surges through me and I can’t deny it.
Feel the tightness of the fabric around you. Stroke the ridges and bulges that lay hidden beneath. Run your fingers over the curve of the fabric, urging it to give way and reveal the tantalizing secret beneath. Let your imagination run wild and take you to a place of unparalleled pleasure.
The sights of Mykonos sparked a fire in me. I craved the muscled bodies of the islanders, their pectorals begging to be tasted. I laid eyes on a particularly handsome god, and my tongue licked my lips at the sight. His sapphire blue eyes and sculpted biceps lured me in, and soon my desire for him was satisfied. My pulse raced as, in his embrace, I explored the secret caves of Mykonos.
He emerged from the locker room aroused and aroused, his steely chest and veined arms glistening with sweat, his muscled frame moving like a panther. His tight shorts hinted at a hard, heavy package, eager and ready for pleasure. He seduced with his sultry gaze and demanding embrace. Hung jocks are hard and hot – definitely worth the ride.
He was like a temple of dark desire, a monolith of muscle and sweat. His body begged to be worshipped, her tongue eagerly licking every salty inch. He groaned in pleasure as she licked and tasted, exploring his tightest, most intimate curves. She was ready to feast, to surrender to his hard, hot and heavy force.
He was stripped raw, his hard muscles glistening with sweat. His passion was intense, his movements a brilliant storm of desire. The sound of skin against skin echoed, a symphony of need and pleasure that intensified with every thrust. He was surrendering himself, and she with him, to pure, raw pleasure.
Their muscled bodies glistening in the summer sun, their toned torsos promising extreme pleasure. Tight briefs clinging to every contour, revealing the raging passion they hold so dear. Deliciously provocative, Jocks are a feast for the eyes – an alluring temptation to be savoured.
He devoured her hungrily, his hands coasting along her curves, exploring every ripple and indentation as she gasped in pleasure. His mouth moved slowly but purposefully, slipping past her tight skin to explore her soft flesh as she quivered with pleasure. He tasted the sweet sweat that collected on her body, their bodies entangled in a passionate embrace as he pushed her to new heights of ecstasy.
Heaving, throbbing muscles beaded with sweat and yearning for satisfaction; bulging strength hungering for the sweetness of a panting delight. His hungering hands caress her inviting body, igniting her desire to taste the pleasure of their passion.