He strutted by, and my gaze was drawn like a magnet. His jeans were the perfect shade of blue, holding his curves tight, and driving me wild. The sheer sight of him was electrifying, his physique powerful, yet alluring. I had to have him.
Browsing: hungry
He glided through the room like a panther stalking its prey, leather-clad and pulsing with raw sexual power. His wide, thick girth was ready to satisfy and his eyes were hungry to ravage. All who saw him lusted after his huge, hard member, ready to be explored.
The night was long and electric. Everywhere the shadows seethed with latent heat only to be released whenever hung young men crossed paths, feeling the intense magnetism that brought them together for a night of wild exploration and hot, forbidden passion. Their encounters were raw and alive, an intense exploration of their carnal desires in the steamy streets of Reykjavik.
We embraced for what felt like hours, his hands exploring my entire body. I savored every second – the heat, the wetness of his skin, the sheer thrill of his hungry lips. I felt him hardness between us and it made me impossibly aroused. Then, as if both of us had been possessed, we abandoned the park and raced towards a mutual hunger of cocks.