His tank top was stretched tight over his rippling torso, his bulge so prominent that it became the center of my attention. His every move sent shockwaves of delight through my body. Every time he bent over, his back muscles flexed, his tight shorts revealing his prize. His presence was intoxicating.
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The sun gleamed down on the Mediterranean Sea, setting a magical scene as I stood amongst the hustle and bustle of the beach in Tel-Aviv. With eyes of lust, I scoured the golden shoreline until I found them; muscle gods, hot and ready. Like gladiators they commanded the beach, and I knew I had to taste the nectar of a thousand sweaty dreams. Those bronzed and ripped figures seemed like a ticket to pleasures beyond my wildest fantasies. I wanted to be theirs…and so I did.
The salty air caresses my skin as I stand gazing at the pool. A chorus of low moans and lewd slurps as men jump in the water, Speedos straining against bulging muscles, taut skin covering large mounds of pleasure. Lustful eyes follow them, drawn to the splashes of Speedo, revealing an irresistible buffet of masculine beauty.
His stomach was rippled gold in the sun, like waves of heat lapping against my body. This selfie was a feast of muscled gluttony and I wanted to devour it. His eyes promised so much and all I could do was imagine the night of salacious sin we’d share.
He stood statuesque in the doorway, every inch of his body carved from the gods themselves. His broad shoulders, toned stomach and chiseled legs a feast for trough hungry eyes. But it was his package – those hard defined oval curves outlined below the waistband – that begged to be unwrapped and explored.
The big balls hung heavy, swaying sensually with each gentle movement. I ran my hand over them, feeling the heat of raw pleasure emanating from the thick, fleshy orbs. I could barely contain my excitement when my tongue explored the delicious surfaces, tasting the sweet salty mix of our shared ecstasy.