He was a bruiser of a man, his thick, muscled arms and defined chest ready to ravish me. We ripped away our clothes, flesh on flesh, and his warm lips swallowed every inch of me. Every hungry thrust of his pelvis filled me with pleasure. I’d never felt like this before, and it was a beautiful, exquisite release.
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He was my own personal fantasy come to life, a hulky masculine dreamboat with a dark, smoldering gaze. He tore my shirt from my back and pressed his firm lips against mine, purring in pleasure as our tongues swirled in passionate desire. His overpowering presence made me feel both humbled and aroused, like the ultimate conquest.
I pressed my hard body against his soft and slender frame, feeling his warmth, his smell. My lips explored every exposed inch of skin, sending sparks through his body as I kissed my way up his neck and finally his lips. I wanted to connect in a way I’d never before, and I found it in that forbidden embrace. It was one hot night I’ll never forget.
I faced the sweaty Adonis – his perfectly sculpted torso glistening with desire – and my heart raced. His hungry hands traced a burning trail down my back, stopping just in time at my belt buckle. I gasped as he tore my shirt off revealing my own sweet sculpture and his mouth ate me alive. Our bodies now a dance, our passions intertwined, we became one in a wild romp of ecstasy.