The hot air of Ibiza was scorching, and only seemed to be intensified by our insatiable hunger for each other. Under the explosive starry sky, we explored each other with fiery passion, tongues lightly tracing the secrets of flesh. That single night, the earth was ignited with our shared pleasure, and we vowed to make the most of our sensual escape.
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He swept me up in his strong arms, his soulful brown eyes gleaming with the desire for us both. I felt his intense heat through our dampened skin, and his big dick pressed against my stomach. We moved closer to the jacuzzi, and dove in, our bodies entwined. Under the hot water, beneath the moonlight, I let him ravish me in a steamy, sensual embrace.
He flexed his hung and hard muscles, the sweat on his velvety skin making them glisten in the glowing light. His breathing slowed, each exhale more charged than the last as my eyes lingered on the contours of his body. His passion exuding, I ran my tongue along his taut skin and indulged in his piquant aroma, my arousal heightening with every heated glance.
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His thick cock hung like a juicy prize, its hard shaft begging to be touched. He smiled, his teeth gleaming with naughty intent. My eyes widened with anticipation. This was definitely a night for hung jocks. Ready and willing to play.
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He felt it the moment he stepped in the room, the thick air of masculinity, hard-charged hung jocks ready to put on a passionate show. His eyes raced hungrily, his heart pounding in anticipation of the pleasure their sweat-slicked bulging bodies were about to bring. He was ready to explore.