I felt like the kind of slut I had only read about in erotic gay novels as I wiggled and trembled as I came down from the apex of pleasure. I felt my tight hole being filled with the secretions of a thousand different men as I was sprayed with sticky warmth and got my ass slathered with the cum of a thousand dudes.
Browsing: loads
My hands wrap firmly around your body, guiding you over me as I thrust upwards with each escalating wraith of pleasure. As my cock throbs with desire, I feel myself swell and expand, pushing you towards the heavier, harder loads of ecstasy that await.
He moaned in pleasure as I took him down one by one, grabbing his jock, licking him, devouring every inch of his hard body. I wanted to taste his sweet jock loads that so many desired. His eyes rolled back as I licked them off, savoring every salty drop that teased me with its forbidden pleasure. I had 25 jock loads and a twink to thank for the best night of my life.
I still can’t believe it happened: I was gangbanged by six hot men, each with his own mouthwatering load waiting to be swallowed. It was pure submission, each cock throbbing and eager to leave its mark, and I all I could do as I took every inch was moan with pleasure.
As Sean’s body was taken to the heights of passion, his lover filled his mouth with three orgasmically charged loads of love. He rode the waves of euphoria, letting every delicate moan and shiver send out moments of bliss beyond imagination. The two lovers united in a never-ending moment of desire and passion.
Sean’s carnal exploration was full of sensual delight; his skin slick, the moan on his lips as the blissful pleasure built up inside of him with each thrust. His stomach tightened with anticipation as the three loads of ecstasy burst forth in a wave of moist heat, and all at once his mind was overcome with a maddening pleasure that he was sure to savor for the rest of his life.
My body ached with exhaustion as I stepped off the 25th train. Sweat clung to my tired skin, and I felt my heart beating against my chest like a runaway freight train. It was exhilarating and scary, this anonymous journey of cum-dumps. I was just a twink, floating through the darkness in search of homoerotic pleasure.
He was a twink, a slender beauty with a hungry mouth and seeking hands. We were in some anonymous bedroom, a carnal playground for us both. His noises alone were addictive: the moans and whimpers. Each stroke pushed me closer to ecstasy; each exhale brought me more pleasure. Every kiss felt like lightning, and each load felt like the start of something more.