He opened his legs, inviting me into the warmth. I licked my way down then up, pausing at his hips for a few strokes before continuing to tease and tantalize his desire. With my tongue I gave him pleasure beyond his wildest dreams, and when I finally took him in, I felt his body quiver with the kind of pleasure only elicited from a scene like this.
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He felt the familiar throbbing in his veins, like a beat that was only meant for he and Mateo to share. His fingertips grazed like lightning bolts over his neck, marking Mateo’s skin with a heated touch that seemed almost murderous in its ferocity. He could taste the lust in every single syllable and the thrill of seduction filled the air like it was alive. This was it. This was what he’d been waiting for all along.
He moaned as my tongue slowly lapped up every trail of creamy joy cascading down his body. I savored each drop, eager for more of his sweet nectar. Muscles clenched as the intense pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. His emotional rapture filled our sacred chamber, and hunger was replaced with a deep satisfaction. We had licked each other to the last drop.
He pressed his burning lips to my body and I felt a heat that ran through my veins. His hands glided down the curve of my back and he tasted my flesh with sweet assurance. His tongue moved in circles around my eager flesh and I moaned as he filled me with a flaming lust.
I could feel the tightness in his body as he shoved his huge cock down my throat. I let out a moan of pleasure as I savored the taste of his manliness. Tightly gripping my head, he thrust in and out of my willing mouth until I felt every inch of him–again and again. His musky scent mixed with my saliva, creating a truly erotic experience.
I opened the door to find a muscular Adonis in a tight-fitted white tee and jeans. His bedroom eyes pierced through my soul, and his breathtaking grin made my heart skip a beat. His touch brought fire to my skin as he pulled me closer for a passionate kiss. Our moans filled the room, and I knew I was in for an unforgettable night of sensual pleasure.
The thrill of the hunt electrified the room as the men moved through the darkness, seeking out their pleasure. The whimpers were heard in every corner and sweat glistened off skin in the heat of the evening. This was the homoerotic world of Capote: a place of raw pleasure, insatiable cravings and undeniable lust.
He trembled in anticipation of what was to come, the promise of hot, sweaty pleasure aching in his core. He watched, rapt and trembling as they stroked each other in mutual admiration. His breath quickened as they bathed each other in their sticky, sweet love-juices, finally, blissfully, united in an eruption of raw, passionate pleasure.
He stood before me, desperate yet debonair, exuding a primal magnetism that my heart could not ignore. We embraced, united by yearning and hunger, and I tasted his honeyed lips that I’d only dreamed of before. Our tongues, our bodies, our kisses intertwined, ignited with a sensual fury unlike any other I’d known. The selfies guy was real; our connection, it was true. I’d never felt this alive before, such eros and sensuality.
The back room’s back door was a wild, naughty ride to find. Bodies melting together, hard c*cks eager to collide. Hot skin sliding back and forth, fiery heat was all around. Never before had we felt such an intense, alluring sound.