My tongue roams, savoring the salty taste of heated flesh, my lips part hungrily to suck on muscle meat, exploring with delicious curiosity the power and potency of its flavor. Its lusciousness wraps around me, stirring sensations that I cannot resist.
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He turned, baring his solid chest and thick arms to her hungry gaze, the sight of taut muscle and gleaming skin stirring a deep lust within her. She felt her desire course through her veins, craving to be tasted, touched, explored. Again her eyes roamed across his body, savoring the tender allure of muscle meat.
My tongue traces the hard edges of his delicious form, the succulent curves of his body giving way to salty tangy succulence. With each stroke of my tongue he quivers, an exquisite blend of pleasure and pain that leaves us both wanting more.
He flexed and my mouth filled with salivation. Hard sculpted muscles, stretched smooth over lean muscle meat, succulent and succorful. An elixir of power and strength that intensified my desire as his body revealed its delicious potential.
My tongue glided across the muscled surface, tasting salty, spicy sweetness. Then my mouth was open wide, my lips pressing against the smooth skin as I bit and sucked, consuming the dark, thick flesh. I could feel the muscle quivering beneath me as I chewed hungrily, coaxing out hidden flavor and reaping pure carnal pleasure.
He thought he’d tasted every kind, from muscular chefs perfectly seared to sculpted waiters sweetly basted. But this feast of muscle meat was tantalizingly proper-cooked; each juicy strip salaciously slicked and invitingly savored.
My fingers trace the fine contours of his sculpted body, each flexing muscle an edible offering of powerful masculinity. His sweat soaks my tongue like an aphrodisiac, alluring yet tantalizing – I can’t help but let my lips linger longer and longer as I explore the delectable power of his muscle meat.
I stroke my tongue down his exquisitely toned torso like a velvet ribbon, tasting the sweet nectar of his warm, succulent muscle meat. I can’t help but moan in delight, overwhelmed by the heady aroma of his salty sweat and fragrant skin.
He quivered as he felt his grip tighten around the flexing muscle. His tongue met its moist warmth, sending sparks of pleasure through his body. He felt himself floating in an ocean of seductive sensations, barely able to resist the tantalizing temptation of its succulent flesh.
The muscles ripple and quiver beneath my fingertips like luscious slices of beef, begging to be devoured. His skin is smooth and salty, felt in waves of pleasure that wash over me with each sensuous stroke. I let my tongue follow the path of my hands, savoring every inch of his velvety suppleness. Ahh, the juicy pleasures of muscle meat!