I can’t find words to describe the feeling of my tongue sliding up and down the thick, plump, pulsing length of Samuel’s manhood. His moans echoed in the room as I tasted his sweet nectar, and I could feel it pool in every corner of my body. No exaggeration, it felt like my Davey was going to burst with pleasure.
Browsing: Nectar
The gentle rustling of tall palms outside the casita was a sweet music. I walked on the path of soft sand to the pool. The blazing sun ignited my back as I floated in the still water, my thoughts full of the night before. The fire between us and the added mouth of the third man pushed us to the heights of passion, under the starlight sky. Hot bodies against hot bodies, desire trickled through us as we experienced a nectar of lust that will remain unmatched.
He lay there in all his sexual glory, bathed in the morning sun’s embrace, a tantalizing feast for the hungry eyes of every gay man. His skin glistening, his muscles tight, and his very manhood a thing of desire and natural beauty. I longed for a taste of that salty nectar that flowed between us, to experience his warm embrace, to taste that forbidden fruit that only he could provide. The ultimate seduction of a hot guy’s selfie.
Sean’s sweet nectar shot from my lips like a geyser of pure pleasure. I sipped and licked his creaminess until I felt him shiver with delight and his manliness quake in my mouth. His salty flavor was divine and with each moan and gasp I was lost in a sea of ecstasy. Every lick and kiss sent my senses spinning!
Beached on the baking sand of Key West, I tumbled into a night of lust and liquor. Bodies pressed close, writhing in the surf, stinging with sunscreen and seawater, reeking of tequila and piss. Probing tongues, eager hands, raw desire blossoming with every stolen kiss. I’d discovered the sweetest nectar in paradise.