Ian dove deep inside the depths of his lover’s body. He drank from his delicious nectar and felt the gritty liquid glaze his tongue like a ravenous predator. His jaw clenched tight as tears of pleasure flowed, and the hot, sticky load burst in his throat, unleashing the final gasp of pleasure as his furor reached its climax.
Browsing: Ian
He was a walking contradiction of wanton desire and iron-clad control. His hands, more accustomed to officer duties than intimate acts, slowly caressed my bared skin until my body hummed with anticipation. His lips, hungry on mine, left memories of tantalizingly sinful pleasure. I’d never felt anything like it before. He was my first naughty night and I knew it wouldn’t be my last.
We silently lingered in the shadows of the alleyway, the electricity between us palpable, a smoldering heat. His lips parted in anticipation, the promise of his hungry mouth drawing me in. I had never felt so alive, nor been so aroused; I wanted to make him mine.
The sweet taste of Ian’s hard candy melted on my tongue as I slipped it between his soft, inviting lips. His breath was heavy and charged with electricity, his eyes bored into mine as I explored his body. His taste still lingers on my palate as I recall the sensation of our passionate embrace.