He was sweetness made flesh. I felt his heat and embers of desire in his kiss. My skin prickled as I tasted the forbidden fruit of his arousal. He led me to a blissful end, thirstily devouring my raw essence as I travelled down Ezra’s highway to heaven.
Browsing: Motorcycle
The night was young and I was ready for action. I strolled confidently down the street, feeling exuberant. I heard Nolan calling out to me. In the dimly lit street, his silhouette invited me in a way that stirred something inside me. I couldn’t say no. I accepted his offer- a hard ride I would never forget. He got close. His manhood was so hard. I fumbled for his belt. His skin was smooth and warm against mine. He let out a moan as I wrapped my lips around him. It was a hard ride and I loved every minute of it.
He was hard and ready for me, and I could feel the deep heat radiating from his core as we moved together. My body pulsed and my mind raced as I rode his body unprotected, and each thrust was like a burning sensation as we entered a passionate explosion of pleasure.
He drove in and out with reckless yet calculated intensity; the kind that made symmetrical furrows in the sheets and searing, seething sensations in his skin that were simultaneously tantalizing and torturous. By the time Roman let him go his body was exhilarated and exhausted, bearing the marks of slow, wicked pleasure and injuries that…reminded him of what could happen when someone takes charge.
Carson let out a howl of pure joy as I filled his tight hole, pushing deep into him with raw, passionate intensity. His body trembled and quivered as I thrust into him over and over, sending him into oblivion with every stroke. It was a hard, wild ride, and we both loved every second of it.
Everett smiled, and in that moment, all of his inhibitions faded away. He knew what he needed, and he was determined to get it. He wanted a hard ride down below with no limit to what could happen next. Ready to let his desires take him wherever they led, he eagerly threw himself into the night.