I felt his firm, slender finger tracing circles around my tight bud before slipping inside. The pleasure that possessed my body as his experienced hand explored my secret depths was indescribable. I moaned as he teased and coaxed my aroused body to the edge of ecstasy. Then, with a flick of his wrist, I felt waves of pleasure crashing over me.
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He stepped in front of me, the ocean breeze blowing his sandy blond hair, his striking blue eyes twinkling in the bright sunshine. He put his hands around my waist, his skin still hot from the afternoon warmth, and gently pushed me down into the sand. It was like a dance, as we moved together, the heat of our bodies burning away any sense of shame or fear. Slowly, we moved in unison until our passion culminated in a lust-filled sand-covered embrace of skin and love.
I slide my hands down his chest, feeling the firm curves of muscle beneath my fingers. His jockstrap is tight and warm, and it’s not long before I feel his rigid cock push against me, urging me to explore further. With every stroke I deliver, the jockstrap slides lower and lower, giving me direct access to the throbbing beauty that lies beneath.
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His ripped body glowed in the dimly lit room as he stepped closer. His hands ran over my aroused skin, exploring each contour intimately. His thick lips pressed against mine, as he whispered, “Come with me and I’ll show you the way to Pleasure Town.
He stepped out of the subway station and into the alluring neon night. Everywhere he looked there was skin, exposed and exotic, each body a beautiful sculpture begging to be touched and explored. His heart raced as he imagined himself wrapping his hands around those tight, inviting curves, running his fingertips along their blissful contours. He was ready to explore the erotic heat of NYC.
We drive slowly down a deserted street, the engine purring, our breathing heavy. His hand slides up my thigh and my heart races. He’s so strong, so confident. We stop and he looks into my eyes, then kisses me. Greasy hands everywhere, exploring, probing. His manhood pressing against me. I gasp and moan as we become one. Hot and greasy. Our bodies melded together as our souls entwine.
He was a juggernaut of urban hung-ness, walking and talking his way into my most salacious fantasies. His blazing blue eyes mesmerized me and his muscular body glistened while we frolicked in the sexual pool of tantalizing wet fun. Our lips sealed together, as his body embraced me into a perfect erotic water sports session brimming with unstoppable desire.
The darkness was heavy, the beat of the music intoxicating. Eyes dancing seductively, passions ran wild – inquisitive touches, eliciting passionate moans. It was night, and the night heat demanded primal gratification. We both wanted it, and it was coming, hard and hot.
He called my name and moaned, giving himself up to the pleasure of our lovemaking. His tight circumference tightened around me as I crossed the line into the land of ecstasy. Soon enough I was pushing into his deep heat and the warmth of his cum, wetness and heat on my face. We rode the pleasure wave together until we both reached our ultimate pleasure and fulfilment. Our bodies spent from love’s precious gift.