My heart fluttered as he looked my way with such intensity. A look of burning desire – the kind only a gay twink can wield so craftily – pierced my soul and I wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on mine, his body against mine, and our hearts racing in time with one another.
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The lustful longing in Puerto Vallarta was palpable, as muscle jocks roamed the sultry shores. My fingers glided against rippling abs and tense thighs as we sought carnal pleasure under the stars. Our passionate quest for fleeting desire and titillating passion left us both feeling sated. Weaving erotically charged memories that would last a lifetime.
His sweet lips tasted of rapture and his desire coursed through my veins with every word he uttered. I hungrily explored his body with my hands, savoring the sweet taste of his hot skin beneath my fingertips. His eagerness heightened my own, and together we tasted the frenzied pleasure of unification, languidly soaking in the sweet bliss of our connection.
His eyes lingered on the hulking mass of firm masculinity that breezed in. The 199cm of delectable manliness pressed lightly against the lockers, as if to taunt and test its admirer’s will. It was an invitation, that bulging, uncut erection nodding at him, a temptation he wildly embraced as his tight briefs moistened with excitement and desire. The raw, animalistic drive within awaken as it grew bigger and bigger in his eyes, begging, cajoling and demanding acknowledgment and devourment.
He slowly parted my lips, tasting his way down my throat like a winding desert river. His tongue danced against my own, teasing and tasting every bit of my desire that grew with each stroke. His lips devoured me, sucking down an eden of desire.
He watched them, their muscles flexing as they moved around the room, the sweat beading on their skin. The desire in their eyes, hidden in their glances as they stalked their prey. It was a feast for his senses, a carnal display of lust and longing that was almost too much to bear.