The doctor grabbed my hips as he pushed his full length into me and I felt the overwhelming rush of pleasure. His hard, thick cock filled me up, its heat flooding my core. My body shook with pleasure, I moaned out as he moved faster and faster, pounding me into blissful oblivion. Each thrust more powerful than the last until I was lost in heavenly bliss beneath him.
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The night was electric with excess and liberation. Red neon lights illuminated the beach and its illuminated angelic Adonis’ — temptation like I never knew before. Everywhere flowing teams of muscle bound manhood, quick moist kisses, tender caresses and hungry glances. The air heavy with an erotic nectar. I felt completely enraptured by their beauty and my own desires. I was about to embark on a wild journey to pleasure and adventure.
Two hot, muscled, hung jocks dived into the inviting deep blue lake, the watery surface alive with a thousand twinkling ripples. Temptation soon set in, and with passionate fervour they groped each other beneath the waters, their mutual desire overflowing as the lake brimmed with their surging lust.
We embraced tightly in the shower, letting the hot water from the shower head flood us. Our slick upper bodies intertwined and twisted together as his lips explored my skin. He shifted and guided me until I was positioned underneath him, his powerful, hung body ravishing me with pleasure as we enjoyed the intimate, hot water sports.
The sun beat mercilessly on my skin, a blazing reminder that I was halfway across the world and far away from home. I wandered the streets of Tel Aviv looking for a special kind of trouble. The kind that would make my loins burn and my heart race. Everywhere, stout and hung men with broad shoulders and mischievous eyes stared back at me with a desire as urgent as my own. I had come to the right place.
He was a Greek god of an Adonis, with burning blue eyes and a body that begged for my touch. As I ran my hands down his warm, chiseled chest and stomach, I felt a deep hunger within us both. I could taste his lips, and feel the insatiable desire in every kiss that we shared. His power was undeniable, and I willingly let him take control of this hot, hung encounter.
The air was hot and humid as I stepped onto the cobblestone street, winding my way around corners until I found myself face to face with a sea of Buccaneer boys. Tight, toned torsos in tight shirts and shorts filled my vision, and as I moved closer their promise of tight, hot cocks filled my imagination. I could barely contain the throb of desire pulsing inside me as I watched them work the night away.
The erotic heat of London’s Lustful Lions engulfed me as I stepped into the sweaty underground entrance. I followed the sounds of thumping club music to a hidden club of hot, hung guys, all wanting to be pleasured and adored. Moving around the dark and steamy space, I found no shortage of tongues ready and eager to join a feverish encounter of eager sexual exploration.
Heaving and thrusting in a sea of liquid ecstasy, I reveled in the sensation of hot hung jocks playing with my body. My hands pressing against slick, toned skin as we explored each other’s deepest desires, immersing ourselves in a sensual pool of forbidden pleasure.
He stands, sweat glistening on his body, and his muscular form begging to be touched. His throbbing manhood slipping out of his shorts, ready for me to take. His thick cut cock, powerful and hard – a treat I cannot resist.