Browsing: #maturity

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.

He descended the miraculously inviting depths of manhood, exploring and tasting every delicious flavor. His tongue moved, sliding down the bulging landscapes and tracing sculpted contours, exploring every nook and cranny until he tasted sweet ecstasy.