He was tall, sexy and smooth, with a body that would make a dead man horny. His hard dick was a weapon of mass pleasure and his eyes glowed with the purest kind of lust. As I took him into my mouth for the first time, I realized I was about to experience the hottest fuck-fest of my life.
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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.
He pulled me close. His sweat-drenched skin and musky aroma stoked my desire. His deep blue eyes conveyed an unspoken, animalistic lust. I gave him all of me. Our bodies moved together, each thrust a pulsing echo across my heart. I clung to him, craving more. Like a dream, it was gone in a flash, leaving a sweet, electric afterglow.
He moved with a deliberate slowness, trailing a line of hot kisses and exploring caresses down my body, heating me up with a burning anticipation. My heart pounded in anticipation of what lay beyond that teasing promise. I wanted it all, and prepared myself for the thrilling journey of our passion.
In the sultry heat, tongues intertwined in an inferno of passion. Sweat glistened like diamonds and pleasure seemed to be everywhere in clenched fists and rapturous sighs. The scent of arousal was intoxicating, as our bodies moved in harmony like the flames of a roaring fire!
He had never felt such heat before – waves of it pulsing against his body as he stepped off the shore. He was in Antigua for the promise of pleasure, and today he would experience its ultimate reward – a mind-blowing, fiery romance with a gay man who would make him tremble with desire. He stood on the edge, feeling the sun radiating against his skin, ready to take on the hottest, horniest affair of his life.
I lay still in his bed, sneaking contented glances of the barely lit silhouette of my Daddy’s body. His broad chest, unblemished, his strong yet gentle arms, pulling me closer and closer as he whispered sweet nothings into my ear. I felt his desire, his want, his raw, masculine need that we both knew could only be satisfied one way.
He unsheathed his tight six-pack, the taut muscle stretching halfway down to his slender hips. His unfocused gaze burned me like a desire in flames, and he leaned out to kiss me, his warm lips tasting like sweet honey. My heart beat faster as I explored his muscled frame, finding a thrill in every intimate detail. We opened to one another, our bodies melting in unrestrained passion, yielding to our most intimate fantasies.
He felt his heart race as he looked at the selfie. It was pure erotic energy, a burning desire that swelled from his soul. Each glance of the naked body awoke a deeper craving that made his breath quicken. His mind raced with the possibilities of what could be. He could barely contain himself.
My heart raced as I peeled back the covers, the sheets rustling beneath my fingertips. I stared into two hungry eyes that were bright blue and magnetic, sending an invisible current of arousal through my body that made me shudder. His lips parted in anticipation, and my own met his hungrily as my hands caressed his back, firmly exploring every contour until I felt him stiffen in ecstasy beneath me. Every sensation felt more exquisite than the last, until all reality faded away and I could feel nothing but pure, uninhibited pleasure.