The winding trail took us deeper into the shadows. Jaxson was a lustful guide, spurring me on with whispered tales of pleasure and delight. My skin tingled with anticipation, as the dark and erotic experience ahead promised a night of wild abandon — and ultimately — satisfaction.
Browsing: Jackson
He pulled me close. His sweat-drenched skin and musky aroma stoked my desire. His deep blue eyes conveyed an unspoken, animalistic lust. I gave him all of me. Our bodies moved together, each thrust a pulsing echo across my heart. I clung to him, craving more. Like a dream, it was gone in a flash, leaving a sweet, electric afterglow.
He smiled when I tasted it, savoring the sweetness of his cum that lingered on my lips, in my mouth, and at the back of my throat. I drank him in and swallowed everything he had to give me, leaving me flush with pleasure and his honeyed release. Jackson’s pleasure was my passion.
Jackson’s tongue was hot and demanding as he kissed me possessively, my mouth tasting of his sweetness. His hands were electric, moving across my skin, leaving me yearning and hungry. His warmth enveloped me, and his musky scent was intoxicating as I felt his body pressed against mine. I wanted him like I’d never wanted anything before.
He was kissed like a wild animal caught in headlights; his body gripped and explored, moving in rhythm with the pressure of parted lips and wet tongues. His throat was moist and engorged with excitement, every inch of his being a conduit for his pleasure. He was transported to a new plane of desires, his skin scorching with pleasure and skin-on-skin contact. There were no limits, no inhibitions anymore; just an intense passion that took over both of their bodies as they merged into one raw, carnal entity.
The downtown streets of Sin City sizzled with darkness and raw sexuality, a sensuous bedlam of scintillating desire. Jackson stood tall on the sidewalk. His dick long, hard and inviting. I wanted nothing more than to taste it, so I got down on my knees, salivating in anticipation. Every thrust of his hips, every lick and swirl increased my pleasure to a point of no return. I’m now convinced that pleasure was invented in Sin City.