He gasped, chest heaving with anticipation as I peeled away the thin hospital gown to reveal his succulent skin. His mound of arousal was puckered in pleasure as I slowly flexed and probed his tight ass with gentle expertise. His every moan was a symphony, a beautiful musical crescendo of lust and intense joy as I prodded and worked my way to the ultimate prize – his prostate.
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The candy-colored streets of Bangkok are an oasis of condemned delights and a playground for those looking for a wet and wild ride. Pushing my way through the sweltering heat, I come face-to-face with my kinkiest fantasies, where a piss-filled fetish fantasy awaits me. I can feel a furious heat rising from the depths of my groin and soon I’m being taken in a heady mix of pungent piss, forbidden skin, and a desperate lust for erotic adventure.
Crouched on my bed, I can’t help but admire the gladiator-like figure of this hunk of man that confronts me through his selfie. Hot damn. His rock-hard abs were even more impressive in the flesh, made all the more delicious by his lingering gaze. I can’t take my eyes off him: a real-life Adonis that I know I absolutely have to make mine. I hungrily attack his lips, his skin, and he responds eagerly. His muscular, strong body matches mine move for move. Yes, indeed: a selfie of this jock is definitely worth two in the bedroom.
He moved closer, barely touching the man’s skin. His eyes widened in anticipation as the sweet, musky scent of manhood saturated the air. He could taste the earthy saltiness of sweat and the tingle of raw, primal desire that came with the deepest exploration of the male form. He was hungry for it.
Leo was ready for me, semi-erect and eagerly awaiting my arrival. I could FEEL the burning heat between my legs as I slid into him, my tight insides quivering as I filled him with my lust. His moans were muffled as I grabbed his hips, pushing in deeper and further. Our bodies writhed together in an uncontrollable passion that left us exhausted, but utterly satisfied in the afterglow.
The man had a salty musk that clung to the insides of Lincoln’s throat like cream. He licked eagerly, hungrily, letting his tongue tireless weave between the man’s thighs as he thrust harder, faster, skin slapping against skin as he rode to the sound of the moonlit sky. An orgasmic explosion as they both let out a guttural cry, and a connection that lasted until the moon died.
In that room, there was only the two of us. The air crackled with possibility; it was heavy with the musk of all that was unholy and wrong. It was a place meant for secrets and sin, and Roman was the sinner. He licked his lips slowly and started to undress – my eyes transfixed on him as I began to understand what pleasure could be found in the dark.
He wakes me with just one finger brushing its way from my lips down to my twitching waist. The hard heat of his body pressed against mine, gentle hands trailing warmth, my breath caught as I’m kissed with the roughest of tenderness. His big dick slides in easily, filling me deeply; he takes control and I’m lost to the moment. His moans in my ear, this is the perfect wake-up call.
I was entranced by the sheer beauty of his body on display. His toned torso, hard off-white skin decorated with dark hair and exquisitely tanned skin. His eyes captivated me, his sexy smirk slyly daring me. I thirsted for the thought of him just as he’d thirsted for the picture I’d sent him minutes prior. I knew what I wanted, and I just knew he’d give it to me.
He grabbed me by the waist, pushing me onto my bed, pressing his hard body into me. His lips felt like velvet as he kissed me hungrily, webbing through my trembling body. The intensity of his embrace filled me with desire, enticing my longing for something more.