Held hostage in a room of sweaty manhood, a battle between desire and caution erupted. Thick musk permeating the air, each breath promised release from the tight restraints of everyday life. My senses ached to be filled with the sight of ridged abs, bulging quads, and bulging jockstraps, my mouth watery with anticipation.
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The jock straddled me, his engorged member throbbing against my inner thigh. I gasped as he thrust deep, sending an eruption of pleasure through me. His unforgiving riding intensified with every movement, taking me to new heights. His hot breath on my skin, eyes locked in longing, we surrendered to the power of lustful pleasures.
His tight briefs were stretched to the brink of breaking, exposing the loaded, bulging shape of his enormous package. His smoldering, bedroom eyes commanded my attention, sending currents of passionate heat through my entire body. I wanted to touch, taste, and feel him in my arms all night.
I slide my hands down his chest, feeling the firm curves of muscle beneath my fingers. His jockstrap is tight and warm, and it’s not long before I feel his rigid cock push against me, urging me to explore further. With every stroke I deliver, the jockstrap slides lower and lower, giving me direct access to the throbbing beauty that lies beneath.