He tasted the salty sweat on the man’s chiselled body, then nibbled and licked as he slowly explored every delicious inch of well-defined muscles. His lips parted as he bit into the juicy flesh of the man’s taut stomach and he moaned in pleasure. His tongue licked and teased the sensitive skin before taking another bite of the succulent muscle meat.
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His fingers were soft but playful like a tongue flicking my most forbidden area–the one I haven’t even explored for myself. He teased and delighted, discovering secrets with every slide and stroke. I gasped and disobeyed, unveiling a primal side I never knew existed, so intense that every nerve ending seemed to hum with pleasure.
My muscles flexed and surged, heat and sweat pouring off my body. His tongue traced a line of fire down my chest and I trembled with pleasure as I moved in synchronized bliss; a raw, aching pleasure that threatened to overwhelm me. I’d never felt anything as intense and powerful in my life.
The jock stood before him, framed against the penthouse windows, his muscles flexing and contracting with desire. Taking the man in his arms, he ravished him with licking and nipping no one had ever used before. He sucked the jock’s neck and face with hard, greedy determination, making it impossible for the man to resist. His body surrendered as a fire of fiery pleasure burned inside his soul.
He flexed and my mouth filled with salivation. Hard sculpted muscles, stretched smooth over lean muscle meat, succulent and succorful. An elixir of power and strength that intensified my desire as his body revealed its delicious potential.
Dr. G had a certain way of playing with my prostate – an expert slow massage that sent delicious shockwaves through my body as pleasure built up exponentially, deeper and more powerfully with every stroke. I could feel the tenderness of his touch as he explored me, as if his fingers were mapping new galaxies and galaxies within my innermost being. There in front of him, beneath his perfectly practiced fingers, I came undone in agreement to something I hadn’t even known before.
The jocks of Antigua were the very definition of perfect masculinity, from their ripped muscles and rugged tans to their deep and seductive voices. I melted when they smiled my way, their biceps glittering in the sun like Greek gods. I craved to feel their strength pressed against me, and the rapture I felt when it happened will remain with me forever.
He gripped her tight, the bulging muscles on his arms glistening with sweat as he encouraged her body against his. His erratic breathing told her he wanted more and as his hands caressed her curves they left trails of heat and pleasure. He knew exactly what she desired and pushed her further, their mutual arousal intensifying until the room was filled with shivers of delight.
He held me down with one hand, while his other wandered. My tongue worked it’s magic, like a surgeon’s delicate knife. His body trembled, cheeks flush, as I licked and teased until he gave in to the pleasure. The sweet, salty taste overwhelmed my senses and I wanted more. His moans were my reward, echoing through the night as if they were divine offerings.
The nurse motioned for me to enter the exam room and I gulped before nodding nervously. I undressed and grasped the cold metal stirrups, longing for the doctor’s touch. He lubricated me as he probed, awakening a desire I never knew I had. His masculinity and power aroused me in ways I didn’t expect. As he finished, I realized that there was nothing quite like a doctor’s visit.