I watched as Samuel slowly pulled his jeans down, reveling in the dark heat his body emanated as I followed the curves of his hips and thighs. As he revealed himself, I was captivated by the size and weight of his manhood, aching to feel it deep inside me.
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He held my head in place as his hot cum gushed down my throat. He groaned in pleasure as I lapped it all up and when he was done, I lay back feeling a rush of pleasure course through me. His salty liquid dripping from my chin was a reminder of the pleasure we had both just shared, and I smiled in satisfaction.
He rode in on an ebony steed, his broad shoulders, dark hair and chiseled face glistening in the moonlight. We looked into each other’s eyes and felt a charge like electricity. Our heat rose as his gaze wandered my body, ardently followed by a thrusting tongue. His body pressed against mine as the night revelations of our turgid, throbbing desire unfurled.
He grabbed me hungrily, pushing me up against the sweat-streaked brick wall as our hungry eyes feasted on each other. His hands were a blazing fire upon my body as we kissed like ravenous enemies in a savage embrace, his body pressing against me with dominating force. We let desire swell, pulsing between us as we tore at each other like wild, wild animals.
The hunger of their kiss raged with an intensity that only burned brighter with each new touch. Every stroke, caress and movement jolted through their bodies with a sizzling hunger like no other as their naked forms collided in the sweet chaos of smouldering gay lust.
His body, so inviting and alluring, pressed up against mine as his warm lips lightly glided across my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His hands coiled their way around my waist, exploring every curve in such an erotic display of passion. I could feel his breaths become increasingly heavier against my skin as his touches became more feverish. The energy, the moment was filled with an intensity and desire that could barely be contained. All I wanted in that moment was him and I knew that desire was universally shared.
He moved slow, like a summer breeze through the palms then over him. Dark and tantalizing, his touch set his soul aflame. He pressed in, harder, faster. Fierce desire swirled and their bodies moved together in one heated rhythm. The passionate night exposing secrets and passions they never knew dwelled within. Pleasure spilled freely, sweat dripping, and desire igniting, as they found bliss.
Their selfies were like a siren song, luring me closer, tempting me with promises of passionate love, physical perfection, and intoxicating pleasure. I could feel the raw, insatiable desire bubbling up within me, ready to be unleashed on that night that I would finally give in to the seduction of the selfies.
I felt a tremor of desire course through me as his fingertips left a soft trail of desire down my neck. His warm, inviting lips found the nape of my neck and as he kissed me I felt his hands undressing me as if I were a gift from the gods; slowly, passionately. I wanted to open myself up to him and let him explore me in the most intimate way, as no one had ever done before.