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He pressed me hard against the wall, legs entwined, and entered my sweet hole with an intensity that made me gasp. He ravished me swiftly, pounding deep and fast, until I was trembling with pleasure and engulfed in our beautiful, heated passion. Our bodies rose with urgency into blissful heights.
The light of the dimly lit room illuminated everything he wanted. He threw his head back with desire for Jack’s hard rod of lust. His tongue and hands were soon all over it, exploring, tasting, and devouring every inch of it. His moans of bliss amplified the heat warming their bodies until nothing was left between them but pure, unrestrained passion.
He was an Adonis, toned and tanned to perfection. His muscles were hypertrophied, glistening with a light sheen of sweat. His biceps stretched tightly against the fabric of his t-shirt, begging for a touch. He exuded an air of raw sexuality that made my heart race.
He had the kind of body that could be sculpted from marble; a hard muscle of Sydney just begging to be explored. His touch was electric, and as I kissed every inch of his body, his heat made me long for more. I wanted to explore the unknown depths of this beautiful man, and I did – with passionate abandon.
That night, Hunter’s Hard Heat steamed up the sheets, burning me alive and leaving me trembling and shaking. His powerful embrace was intoxicating; his passionate kisses fired off sparks of desire that led to a passionate night never to be forgotten.
He flexed his hung and hard muscles, the sweat on his velvety skin making them glisten in the glowing light. His breathing slowed, each exhale more charged than the last as my eyes lingered on the contours of his body. His passion exuding, I ran my tongue along his taut skin and indulged in his piquant aroma, my arousal heightening with every heated glance.
He was my college roommate, and we were both horny! We started kissing and his hands were exploring the contours of my body with fiery tenderness. His hard cock was ready for me and as I got on top I felt the thrill of anticipation. I pushed down onto him, feeling his tightness around me as he let out a deep throaty moan. As I rode him faster, he pushed harder. Sparks of pleasure filled my body as he thrust even harder, pushing deeper and faster until I shuddered and released all around him.
His thick cock hung like a juicy prize, its hard shaft begging to be touched. He smiled, his teeth gleaming with naughty intent. My eyes widened with anticipation. This was definitely a night for hung jocks. Ready and willing to play.
He eased closer on the back seat of the taxi, feeling his hands tremble, almost unable to contain the electric tension that encased his body. His breath grew shorter and shallower as the steely rod that was Oliver’s cock filled the air. He was ready to take the ride of his life.