The salty taste of Michael’s sweat mixed with the sweet aroma of his skin with each passionate caress left me intoxicated – and I was undeniably addicted to this sweet elixir. He was my lover, my master and I was his willing slave.
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He stood before me, a picture of self-assured masculinity with a pulsing thick lance of pure raw pleasure. I quaked with edgy anticipation of the glorious ride that was about to unfold. I wanted him so bad I could almost taste the salty sweat of his body as our aching flesh met in a passionate rush of hot desires.
His tongue swept across my aching skin like a sultry seductress, exploring every millimeter of my flesh until he reached the aching pearl within. Just as I thought I couldn’t take any more pleasure, he licked me more cruelly, pushing my body into a frenzy so intense that I lost all awareness of my surroundings and could only feel him.
The moon was full and silver, hanging above Michael’s dark eyes as we pressed together hard. Our kisses were hot; his tongue was on fire with a desperate need that surged through us both. Sweat and pleasure ran down our bodies as we clawed, moaned, and finally broke through the last of our inhibitions. His thick, hard member pushing deep in me; I knew nothing would ever be the same.
Michael undressed me with a hunger in his eyes no man had ever shown me before. His hard, muscled body moved in synchronization with his strong, masculine hands and lips. I felt the heat of the moment as my body throbbed with need and anticipation. My back bowed with pleasure as he pinned my wrists behind me and his rock hard rod filled me up. I was ass-lock’d, unable to move as he took me over the edge and we both screamed with pleasure.
He clamped down hard on my ass. His slow, deep thrusts stretched me wider and suddenly I felt broken and pleasure stabbed me from all angles. He kept hammering, faster and harder, an aching, dark pleasure stretching me to the limits. I gasped in ecstasy and surrendered to his power, my pleasure coursing through me like an unstoppable river.
The night air was heavy and sultry, charged with anticipation. Michael and I locked eyes across the smoky room, and I felt a current of electricity rush through me. His molten gaze burned through my skin and into my soul. In that moment, I knew our night ahead would be hot, dark and sensuous.
My hands explored his body: chiseled muscles, hard planes, and taut skin reverberating with heavy breath. His mouth sought exploration, each kiss an intense and delicate union. I caressed his neck as I licked his chest, tasting his salt, and further down, his thick and deep flavor. With every thrust, we were hungering for more.