In the moonlight, the shifting silhouettes of a dozen naked men glistened in the pale light, their hands feverishly pleasuring their male bodies with a hedonistic exploration of grinding and groaning. It was a sensual symphony of skin and sweat, mouths and fingers as each and every man strived to reach his ultimate carnal pleasure.
Browsing: grind
He wiped his hands on a tattered cloth and eyed me, from boots to beanie. I moved closer, pulled his shaggy hair and kissed him. Fuel and sweat. Greased and ground. There were no survival tips or warning lights- just desire. A primal fire consumed us, wrenching and grinding until my scream of rapture…