He was everything I dreamed, his body lean and muscular, so tantalizing in his tight t-shirt, jeans and onesie. I could feel my breath stifling, my heart racing as I imagined unbuttoning his top, caressing his neck and whispering racy words. I had to have him, right here, right now.
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I opened the door and there stood the jock of my dreams in all his muscled glory. His blue eyes glimmering in the sunset. His toned body making me quiver with desire. I wanted to kiss every inch of him, to feel his hard body pressed against mine as we explored each other. I could barely contain my arousal. I wanted him, and I wasn’t gonna wait.
The soft, heavy weight of big balls in my hand, slipping and sliding through my fingers, is an undeniable pleasure. A big, bold, juicy reminder of my own power and masculinity that is both gratifying and intensely satisfying.
He pushed me onto the bed, his hands already laced in my hair, claiming me for himself. His mouth took me in an explosive kiss that left me begging for more. His body, hard and sexy, pressed against mine. This was the most intense passion I’d ever felt. I moaned as he made love to me, lost in a world of pleasure and desire.