The Manhattan air was thick with rhythm, drenched in the scent of spring. I walked the boulevards, running my fingertips along the soft curves of the brick walls, imagining what lurked behind them. I turned a corner and smelled cum, a next generation pheromone guiding me to a man, white with desire, and ready to take me in. My mouth hungrily met his, eager to taste our ultimate union.
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It was a steamy night, the air thick with desire. Jameson had a delicious cock that begged to be released, the force of his orgasm sending shiver after shiver of pleasure through me. As I took his load into my throat, I savored the hot salty flow, reveling in the erotic power of our connection.
He stood in the shadows, his beauty like a pool of ink that glittered beneath a full moon. I felt his lips on mine, gentle and hungry. His tongue tasted of sweet silk as I let him pull me deeper into his embrace. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I flattened my tongue in his mouth, tasting his full lips. He moaned softly as my hands explored the places I had only imagined with longing.