Aroused, my tongue traced his hard abs and I tasted each muscle before trailing down below. His heat was palpable and my desire intensified as I explored further. Finally, I found the goal and moaned in pleasure as I tasted his sweet essence. Muscular mirth…homoerotic selfie sensuality at its finest.
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I spread my thighs, letting my hot breath and my fingertips trace the length of my most intimate path, my thoughts drifting off to images of his bulging biceps and teasing smirk from a selfie that he posted. I feel my whole body electrify and melt into pleasure as my fingers begin to circle and stroke, faster and faster.
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 looked at me with smoldering eyes, his lips quirking up in anticipation of our encounter. I felt an electric charge, my heart racing as my desire grew. I felt like a criminal, as his strong arms encircled me and my lips pressed desperately against his. It was like fire, our passion burning achingly and passionately through the night.
He was clearly in charge, pushing my body up the wall, grinding his slim hips against mine. His fingertips traced my chest as his tongue teased my neck. Heat shot through me like an arrow, my cock desperate to be explored. His kiss was hard, electric, and his hands were everywhere. I was consumed, my body begging to be taken, to be fucked by Dylan hard.
The sun beats down like an arsonist, setting ablaze the rugged cliffs of Palm Springs. I’m in a desert-saloon dive, a hot and humid room of teeming testosterone; an elixir of erected cocks and heavy desire. Amid the epidemic of wandering hands and lustful eyes, I find my true passion – to blow hot and taste the salty, sweaty, smoky scents of another man’s cock.
The night air was electric with anticipation. I followed my instincts, weaving through the shadows backstreets of London until the smell of gay sex filled the air. A heated exchange, a hot kiss, his hands on my body. With absolute abandon, our raw lust unfurled in a wild night of cruising, explicit erotic pleasure and passionate abandon.
He savored the smooth, unscathed skin, tracing his gaze over each shallow cleft and subtle curve, letting his hands wander over the contours of the man in front of him as he imagined what secret pleasure his body held. His hunger inspired, he let his heart and body merge in a passionate embrace, as his secret desires were revealed, stronger and more intense than ever before.
The pleasure was intense as I closed my eyes and ran my finger across the curves of the selfie. My hand racing lustfully down my body as I brought my hand to my throbbing member, and as I tensed, my body rippled in anticipation. I moved my fingers up and down as my voice carried out loud moans of pleasure flowing into the empty room.