Asher craved the wild nightlife and locked himself in its grip. His desires ran deep and dark, fuelling his games of wild, uninhibited seduction. He’d never felt so alive as when a man’s touch fired his body and mined his soul. Pleasure ignited and transgressions emerged, revealing a man, beyond his desires, reckless and carefree in his pleasure.
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He wanted her curves to wrap around him like silk. His hands traced every inch of her voluptuous body, seeking out the peaks and valleys of pleasure that made her moan. Her encompassing embrace made him feel strong and secure; the intensity of his love was proportional to their size as they shared a passionate night of big love.
John unzipped his jeans and shoved his huge, hard cock into his lover’s mouth. The thrill of pleasure zapped through him as John moaned, filling his mouth with John’s love and lust – taste, texture, and a deeper understanding of them both.
He stepped in, pushing his mountainous body against her slight frame. Every curve melted into his hard muscle. She luxuriated in being so close to someone who was bigger and stronger than her. He slowly leaned in, pushing her further into the bed. His weight on her body was an invitation for pleasure. Something her body was more than willing to accept.
Engaging the male meat market is an exercise in tantalizing exploration. My senses relish in the ink-black obsidian art of his muscled frame; running my hands over the velvet surface of his skin and feeling the raw energy of his animalistic sensuality. It’s thrilling every time.
He slid out of his jeans and onto my bed – his hard body against mine. His dusky skin felt like electricity as he grabbed my hips and pinned me down; I felt every inch of him and nothing else mattered in that moment. His lips locked with mine as I submitted to our mutual desire. Aching for that sensation of pleasure, I let out a moan as he drove into me – I’d never felt anything like it. I was his, and he was mine.
It was midnight in the gutter of vice and desire, as Jonathan let out a deep sigh of pleasure while I swallowed his hot, thick load, savoring every last drop of his love. We were lost in the dark pleasure of the night, each savoring the taste of the other and each desperate to experience every last bit of bliss that the moment had to offer.
My fingertips tremble as I trace the outline of his body through the fabric of his shirt, my palm heating as it moves closer and closer to the exquisite heat radiating from within. My heart races, excitement simmering until I’m sizzling in the male meat market.
He began to lick slow circles around my nipples, randomly flicking little shocks of pleasure through me. His tongue ventured lower, exploring every inch of my body with unexpected and thrilling intensity. And with a warm smile, he inched ever closer to my aching need and opened his lips to my pleasure— offering me a night of oral excess I never would forget.
He pinned me back against the wall, pushing his hips so hard against me I felt his full, hefty member pressing urgently against my own. His raw strength sent my testosterone soaring as I delighted in giving myself over to his intense desires. He commanded, and I followed, hungrily exploring his hard body until my orgasm rocked me to the core.