As I lay upon the arch of the exam table, my doctor’s gloved-hand explored my erogenous zones with a strong yet tender touch. His fingers found the hidden entrance to my passions and I stirred with pleasure as his explorations prodded my desires. He’d unleash the depths of my yearning and I’d surrender it all to him, entranced by the thrill of his probing.
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The Montreal men were alpha beasts with sharp chiseled bodies, broad shoulders and defined muscular pectorals. I felt my eyes lock upon them with a desire and hunger. The power of their muscly forms captivated me until I felt an urge to reach out and touch. The heat between us was seismic and as their tongue delved into mine our embrace promised passionate and heated pleasure.
He stared at the contours of his body, rippling muscles on the show, slick with sweat. His thick hands traveled hungrily down every inch of his lover, exploring the curves of his back, shoulders, and tight buttocks. With each stroke, the tension built, pressure mounting until it overflowed in a feverishly intense climax.
He stands tall in the moonlight, muscled and gleaming. His tight, white tank top reveals the contours of his chest, and his ripped jeans hug his pert derriere. His eyes are hungry and lustful, and his lips beg to be kissed. He is hung hard and ready to take what he desires.
He stood tall and strong, a perfect specimen of exaggerated masculinity. His muscles were as hard as stone and the proud bulge between his legs announced his arousal. His cock was engorged and ready, demanding satisfaction that only gets harder and hotter with every passing second.
His smooth, sculpted chest glistening in the light and his bulging biceps shaking from anticipation, she ran her hands down his tight abs and to his large, engorged member. She gasped at its size, power and heat that erupted into a sizzling fire like no other.
The feel of his hands as they moved across my skin was electric, like a wicked promise. His fingers traced my curves, raising my heat until I ached for the doctor to fulfill his passionate prescription. I knew then; love was the greatest medicine.
He was like a temple of dark desire, a monolith of muscle and sweat. His body begged to be worshipped, her tongue eagerly licking every salty inch. He groaned in pleasure as she licked and tasted, exploring his tightest, most intimate curves. She was ready to feast, to surrender to his hard, hot and heavy force.
My doc picks up the lube and massages it in my asshole, pushing two fingers inside while giving my prostate a deliciously intense massage. I can feel every little movement, and the combination of pleasure and tension is too much to handle. I’m bursting with pleasure, the sensations radiating out from my center to the rest of my body, and with a final expertly timed press and thrust I explode in a wild, fierce orgasm.
Cameron’s rod pressed up against my sweaty chest, slick with our combined juices. His hips, thrusting, my tongue, licking. Our bodies intertwined, our rhythm fast and furious. He pulled me close, as his fiery rod filled me up. I let out a gasp and roared with pleasure as he rocked me to my climax.