He wrapped his strong hands around me, pulling my body towards him, my skin searing with electricity at his touch. The urgency of our desire was palpable, like an electric current welded us together. His passionate breath heating my neck, my eyes fluttered, my will melting away with each stroke. We consumed each other completely, two lovers entwined in a hot, passionate public display.
Browsing: Game
The room was alive with testosterone-fueled desire and the unmistakable scent of masculinity. Like predators, hungry for prey, we prowled, scouring the scene. Adrenaline coursed through me as I sought out the perfect acquisition. There were so many choices, so many possibilities! Pulsating beats and primal groans grabbed me, beckoning me closer and closer to my own dark pleasure.
In the stands, his eyes sought out Coach’s muscular back, suggesting a night of promise. He could feel the intense heat, as Coach took him in his arms and showed him the way home. A stir surged through the two men as they embraced and made their way back to his bedroom. The anticipation was electric.
I could feel his warm breath on my neck as we lay in bed. His hands exploring my body, his fingers entwining with mine, our lips tasting each other in a passionate, hungry kiss. His words, whispers of desire, his muscled body pressing in to me as his lovemaking took me to new heights of pleasure.
He slid the jersey off, revealing his toned body. His eyes blazed with passion and desire as his hands explored my body, each caress more intense than the last. I gasped as his lips locked with mine, our tongues tangled and our bodies moved as one. That night, we scored a whole new victory.
He stroked my skin with tenderness, his fingertips caressing every inch of me as if to memorize my body. His lips were intertwined with mine, and his tongue traced uninhibited circles around my own as we kissed. His palms massaged my chest in familiar circles as his body pressed against mine. The coach’s game was full of tantalizing pleasure.
He was in his full coach uniform, an extreme authority figure. I knew something was coming; I could sense he wanted me. We ended up in a musty, cramped locker room, he pressed me up against the wall and our mouths locked in passionate desperation, sinking into each other and crashing against one another. His body felt like a furnace, threatening to scorch, heat running through us both in waves. In minutes the game would start but no one knew what we had done in these hot quarters…me and my coach.