Kneeling before Julian, I opened wide, my throat already heavy with anticipation and wanting. His hardmember slid inside my mouth, slick and eager. I wrapped my tongue around it, tasting his arousal with every stroke of my lips. I wanted it all. All of him. His throaty moans told me he wanted the same.
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I awoke to the morning sun streaming through the window and felt the warmth of another day stretching before me. But my eyes were soon drawn away from the glorious glowing sky: to the tight white arses, taunting me from the screen of the neighbour’s computer – unforgivingly aroused by the sight of these cocks.
He tasted like sea salt and sweet cream, wrapping around my tongue like a wooly blanket. I savored every drop of Elias’ hot load, his need for release echoing in the heavy night air. I kissed him passionately, savoring him, still tasting the salty and sweet sensations on my lips.
The bus ride seemed long and boring. But, I felt something in the air… a kind of inside me and outside me energy that was stirring and crescendoing. I sat there when, suddenly, I felt something hot on my neck and it made me quiver. I looked around to see a man with his tongue hungrily travelling my body, licking and tasting my neck. It was public and daring, yet immensely sexy and alluring. I leaned back and welcomed his luscious and naughty passion.
My lips tasted the salty sweat of Sean’s skin as he gyrated his hips against my mouth. His groans louder, Sean’s pleasure only fueling my desire. His hands tangle in my hair as I slowly move my lips and tongue across his adventurous body, exploring all of his hidden mysteries and sending him to a place of ecstasy.
He was my own personal fantasy come to life, a hulky masculine dreamboat with a dark, smoldering gaze. He tore my shirt from my back and pressed his firm lips against mine, purring in pleasure as our tongues swirled in passionate desire. His overpowering presence made me feel both humbled and aroused, like the ultimate conquest.
He looked at me, eyes smoldering with passion. His embrace sent ripples of pleasure through me as his lips met mine. His hands caressed my body with an electric touch and I felt my soul consumed by his burning love. As I let out a moan of pleasure, he splashed me with his love.
He was laying languidly, legs splayed, pelvic thrust invitingly, chest flush, a languid hand scrunching his shaft. His cock was an invitation to a tease, and I was on fire! I wanted nothing more than to grab it, feel it pulsing in my hand, roughly, yet passionately, feeling its velvet heat against my palm. I wanted to sink into bliss, with his cock driving me to the edge.
I see the selfies guy, and my craving only grows. Behold his hard body, his inviting gaze, and the promise of an intense pleasure that he suggests with every single click of his camera. I don’t know if he will call me, but I already feel his touch alive in my body.
He tasted Asher’s big rod of love – an exquisite symphony of hardened steel and velvet skin that melted on his tongue and sent sparks of lightning shooting through his brain. Every lick was a surge of power and pleasure, a thrill of desire that drove him faster and further into an orgasmic flurry of pleasure.