His body was like a furnace, and as I writhed beneath him, he thrust into me with a primal, undeniable passion that made me moan and gasp in pleasure. His hands ran all over my body, pleasuring and tantalizing me as he ripples of pleasure ran through me with each forceful rejection. Three times our bodies collided in rapturous pleasure until finally, with a sigh, he pulled out and left me, aroused and sated, but also hollow inside, for I had just been deeply and painfully dumped.
Browsing: me
He was a specimen among specimens. His muscles rippled across his body like a thunderstorm before me. His skin, slick with arousal, glimmered in the sunset light filtering in from the penthouse window. His full lips were parted in pleasure as he pushed himself inside me in a wildfire rhythm of deep agonizing pleasure. His every thrust called me closer to rapture, until I was lost in a sea of ecstasy.