He met my knees and worked the length of my cock with his tongue. His muscular hips thrust against my engorged member as I dug into the flesh of his back and felt his sweat trickle down my chest. With a roar, he unleashed his climax into me, his body quaking with pleasure until my own molten lava streamed out. We lay there, breathing hard in the penthouse suite…we’d come together in an explosive, erotic surprise.
Browsing: #Muscles
He stands, sweat glistening on his body, and his muscular form begging to be touched. His throbbing manhood slipping out of his shorts, ready for me to take. His thick cut cock, powerful and hard – a treat I cannot resist.
The hard muscled jocks descend upon the field, their sweat-slick skin a canvas for the setting sun. His eyes trail down each ripped body, and he can’t help but let out a longing sigh. Aroused, he watches as their bulging cocks strain against their tightly-fitted shorts, begging for attention. Lust-filled fantasies ignite as his mind begs for each rock hard member.
We fell into each other’s arms, my pulse racing as his muscular, tattooed body pressed tightly against me. His lips were so sensuous and inviting, his hands exploring my body as his mouth moved ever closer towards my own. I was about to experience the greatest pleasure of my life, as the muscled one would finally fulfill my every erotic fantasy.
The waves lapped against my naked body as I sipped my icy cold margarita, every sip providing an exquisite electricity that zoomed from my throat down my spine. I took a moment to gaze in admiration at my Puerto Rican lover, the sun illuminating each delicious muscle and curve. His illuminous smile promised me a night of pleasure, and I smiled back in anticipation of what was to come.
He had the kind of body that could be sculpted from marble; a hard muscle of Sydney just begging to be explored. His touch was electric, and as I kissed every inch of his body, his heat made me long for more. I wanted to explore the unknown depths of this beautiful man, and I did – with passionate abandon.
He glided his fingers down his muscular body, his fingertips grazing the elasticity of his tight skin. His entire body ignited in a carnal desire as his mind envisioned the raunchy interlude to come –unleashing the raw passion within him and priming his cock until it could barely contain itself. He craved for the evening’s erotic adventure.
His hands roamed boldly over buff biceps and tight abdominals, exploring the contours of his fantasy in vivid detail. Heat emanated from his hard body, an irresistible force that spurred his desire and left his fingertips aching for more. He could feel himself pulsing with passion, ready to be taken to heights of pleasure he’d never dreamed of.
My hands trace the contours of his sturdy body as if sculpted from marble, my heart pounding in anticipation. His taut muscles harden, his skin slick with sweat. His breath, hot and heavy, fills the air, our mouths locked in a passionate kiss. I taste the sweet, salty warmth. I’m lost in a world of pleasure and carnality.
He stood there, radiating heat and desire. His golden body glistening in the sun’s rays, his bulging muscles begging to be touched. I wanted to reach out and explore every inch of his muscular frame, to feel his body against mine and surrender to his powerful embrace.