The hot air of Ibiza was scorching, and only seemed to be intensified by our insatiable hunger for each other. Under the explosive starry sky, we explored each other with fiery passion, tongues lightly tracing the secrets of flesh. That single night, the earth was ignited with our shared pleasure, and we vowed to make the most of our sensual escape.
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I arrived in Montréal feeling a slight tingle of anticipation. As I walked around the city, I noticed a kind of erotic energy in the air, from wet streets to my tongue exploring every inch of my partner’s body. We tasted and licked and sucked until our breaths rasped and a salty-sweet pleasure flooded our veins. The sex was wild and it felt like I was finally right at home.
Tall and slender, my quarry awaits me in the dimly lit bedroom. I grip the base of his enormous, veiny cock and I feel his hot breath on my neck. My eyes wander up and down its length as I softly caress it. His chest heaves with anticipation as I begin to explore the unknown. I take my time before finally allowing it to grace my lips, the taste as sweet as a summer’s day. My adventure down under has started in unmistakable fashion.
He was so beautiful, an erotic creature of the night. Unseen to the world, we were together in a sexual fantasy that was wilder than any dream I’d ever had. His body was on fire with desire, and my hands almost burned as I roamed him in a flurry of passion and excitement. Ours was a journey of pure pleasure and bliss.
Desperately, I pulled my hood up and pressed my back against the wall in a feverish panic. A huge cock shot ripped through the air, sending tremors of pleasure down my spine. I gritted my teeth and reached down to fondle myself, silently begging for more. Every nerve in my body lit up electrified, as I slowly released my inhibitions, reveling in the public pleasure I was taking.