It was the sweetest nectar he’d ever tasted. Susan’s love juice was like a syrupy silk sliding down his throat. His tongue savored the flavor of her pleasure, captivating every tantalizing second of blissful delight. He wanted to savor every drop, wanting it to last a lifetime.
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The air was thick with the sweet aroma of exotic mangoes. I could feel their seductive juices dripping against my naked flesh in the sultry heat of the tropical night. His hands moved over my body slowly, skillfully, as his passionate kisses set my skin on fire. Together, we swam in the sea of desire, until we both reached the ultimate climax.
My tongue ravished the forbidden fruit; tasting and exploring Samuel’s salty confines with feverish abandon. His manhood, slippery yet firm, filled me with a heady intoxication as I enveloped him, devouring what had once been an unspoken dream.
My heart raced as I leaned down to give him what he so desperately wanted; my tongue slipping into his succulent lips and exploring his young apple of sweetness. I sucked and licked, arousing us both to the point of no return. His moans of pleasure filled the room as we embraced in passionate fervor.
My tongue slips along the soft contours of his full lips and I can taste the sweet energy of Mykonos. His breath is warm like the summer sea and I take his lips like plump, ripe cherries into my mouth, exploring and savoring their unforgettable flavor. The sweetest of Mykonian fruits to savor and quench a gay man’s thirst.