Heated hands slipping around her, he captures her hips as they grind against his. She presses her body closer and the anticipation builds—heavy, taut, and overflowing with pleasure. His gaze is set as his big balls dance and sway against her, creating waves of pressure in her core that slowly build with each pulse.
Browsing: masculinity
He kissed me deeper as I sank into his manhood, the softness of his lips pressing against mine. His tongue mingled with mine, each stroke more passionate, desperate. His hands were all over me as I quivered with the delight of his touch. The warmth of his body melted my own and I was lost in the sensation of his passionate embrace.
The sly curve of his lips called to me, his manhood beckoning. I tugged his pants down with urgency, ripping them off him, and devoured the sight of his hot muscle and hard desire. A deep hunger and feverish lust consumed me, as I ravenously licked, tasted and torn into Dylan’s manhood.
He stood tall and strong, a perfect specimen of exaggerated masculinity. His muscles were as hard as stone and the proud bulge between his legs announced his arousal. His cock was engorged and ready, demanding satisfaction that only gets harder and hotter with every passing second.
He walked in, his butt twitching in the tight jeans, the denim straining against the bulging muscles beneath. I was mesmerized by the sight of him, my eyes devouring his body, hungry for more. His gait was of pure confidence, bursting with boyish allure. I wanted to dive into his bountiful form and never surface.
His horns out, he looks like a raging bull, a wild creature hot for the hunt, ready to devour my aching desire with a single, searing thrust of his hard, hung jock. A primal craving surges through me and I can’t deny it.
The smile of a man holding a large phallus between his hands is orgasmic. He knows it, I know it, and we both know that looking at his big dick selfies fills my mind with a homoerotic journey of erotic pleasure. His power over me, our mutual hunger, our desire to join together in a dance of sex and passion.
I undulate through the sweaty, pulsing crowd. Bodies quivering, heat rising, the masculine meat market of my dreams teases and tantalizes me with every passing moment. Clothes slipping, bodies intertwining, I devour every moment of the crypt-like, erotic playground.
My blood raced as his hands began undressing me, slowly, almost deliberately. The anticipation of what I was about to discover made me tremble. To my delight, I found under his jeans an enormous member, much bigger than I’d imagined and ready to give me pleasure. It was a gifted surprise and my night became one to remember.
He was hung like a bull, with huge, dusky scrotal sacs that sagged heavy with pendant arousal. My hands roamed eagerly, my lips brushing gently over each velvety smooth orb, before snaking between his legs to take him in my mouth and feel each bulging swell of these magnificent testicles beneath my tongue.