Jaxon trembled as I undid the buckle of his belt, revealing his tight briefs. I’d promised a night he’d never forget, and my lips explored his body as I caressed every inch of his skin. His arousal was my reward, and my breaths were our soundtrack as I initiated him into the bliss of homosensual pleasure.
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He was tall, toned, and had a dazzling white smile. His shirt was unbuttoned low, his abs visible beneath. I was mesmerized by his intense gaze and rigid stance. We entered the dark alleyway, hands exploring each other. It was steamy—a sensual combination of erotic hunger and raw lust. I felt my heart race as he pushed me up against the wall, his body pressed against mine. It was a night of breathtaking gay desire that would live on in my fantasies forever.
The sound of Jaxon’s voice made my heart race. His sculpted body made me ache for touch. That night in the City of Sin I was alive, raw with desire to experience the pleasure of our erotic connection as we moved in perfect sync to the beat of the city. A night I never wanted to forget.
He stepped out of the shadows; all six foot of him, rippling with lean muscle and a hunger I knew only too well. I pushed my way up against him, gripped his hair, felt my grip sink into his neck as I took him in hungry, searching kisses. Then I was kissing my way down, exploring the contour of his body as I went. I swallowed his neck hungrily, before sliding my hand into his jeans. He groaned, like thunder, as I took him, our breath mixed with gasps and moans until every thought was lost in a wave of pleasure.
Jaxon’s body was a temple made of muscle, sweat and desire. His moans like music, I tasted him as if it were a forbidden fruit. His salty essence electrifying my tongue with sweet hard desire.
Jaxon’s bounty was like a lick of warm honey that melted on my tongue. His smell was powerful, his touch electric, and his taste, sublime. I savored every drop of his precious load until I melted into a pool of contentment. One I never wanted to leave.
Jaxon felt a chill. It was a warm night, but a cold thrill traveled through his veins as he stepped out into the alley at midnight. He let his longing guide him, feeling delicious anticipation like hot fingers caressing his skin. He was ready for his first taste of midnight delight.