He came to me in a flurry of desire, demanding and begging in the same breath. His hands explored me with a thrilling hunger as his tongue met mine. His powerful frame pressing me into the bed as I opened up to feel his bare skin on mine, tasting his sweet sweetness and reveling in every sensation. My first taste of Asher’s pleasure was pure bliss.
Browsing: memories
Noah moved with the grace of a predator stalking its prey, his gaze never wavering. His fingers left a trail of heat and desire as they moved along my skin, exploring places that were long denied him until now. I shivered as his touch sent waves of pleasure and thrill through my body, and knew I was in for a night to remember.
He moaned as I entered, my rigid cock sliding inside him, pushing against his tight inner walls. I moved faster, the hot pleasure too much for me to keep under control. His body writhed beneath me, and I could feel the intensity of the pleasure radiating from deep within him. His whole world was my cock now, and I was the one in control.
He gasped as my cock filled his mouth, his cheeks inflated and then quickly released in a cascade of pleasure as I erupted, spilling my semen across his face in a sticky mask of pleasure and remembrance, his tongue lapping up my essence, as he greedily consumed the source of our shared pleasure.
Sweaty palms, heavy breathing, shirts ripped off and thrown on the floor, his lips exploring mine. I felt my body tense as he pressed his hot body against mine, pushing me to the bed in anticipation of a passionate night of college delights.
He was a walking contradiction of wanton desire and iron-clad control. His hands, more accustomed to officer duties than intimate acts, slowly caressed my bared skin until my body hummed with anticipation. His lips, hungry on mine, left memories of tantalizingly sinful pleasure. I’d never felt anything like it before. He was my first naughty night and I knew it wouldn’t be my last.
Cameron’s body was an exquisite sculpture of masculinity–hot under my questing touch and fiercely responsive. His unashamed hunger stoked my own, and what began as an innocent fascination became a passionate, unrestrained pleasure-fest. His experienced hands coaxed me to heights of pleasure I’d never imagined, and when we finally lay spent and panting, I knew our encounter had changed me forever.
“He was a stranger from a distant shore but I was too aroused for hesitation. His commanding presence penetrated my walls, and he secured his victory with a passionate kiss. With unbounded curiousity, I eagerly complied and we devoured each other with feverish desire.”
Driving through the nightclubs of Montreal was like a magical night of mischief. Everywhere I looked couples were twirling in bright lights, making passionate promises and rendezvoused for forbidden pleasures. I felt my craving swell and couldn’t resist the temptation of finding a sexy companion to explore all the exquisite delights of this vibrant city.
As soon as our lips touched, I knew I was in trouble. I was about to be consumed by the darkness that was Joseph: the forbidden, untouchable, man of my dreams. His hands were everywhere, exploring all the hidden depths of my body, unearthing my sins and sending shock waves of pleasure through my veins.