He gasped as my cock filled his mouth, his cheeks inflated and then quickly released in a cascade of pleasure as I erupted, spilling my semen across his face in a sticky mask of pleasure and remembrance, his tongue lapping up my essence, as he greedily consumed the source of our shared pleasure.
Browsing: relaxation
We stripped. His body was white as marble, his grip firm as he pressed the length of him against me, slick skin against slick skin. Without a word, we moved to the water, and floated, entwined and exploring each other beneath the surface. I felt his teeth against my neck, his sighs as I trailed my fingers over his hips. One moment of infinite pleasure. Twinks in love, for that one golden moment.
His cock was massive and tantalizingly thick, stretching me in the most thrilling way as I embraced its size. An incredible sensation, ecstatic and absolute, that left me trembling in desire, longing for more.
Lost in the glossy depths of my own pleasure, I’m intoxicated with the possibilities the mirror shelfie brings. From its diaphanous reflections arise a world of untold delights, and when a handsome stranger walks by, I’m transported to a rapturous realm of raptures. His inviting eyes trap my gaze, and we slowly undress each other in our private paradise. Our mutual ecstasy rushes forth like a wave. I love exploring every part of him, and nothing compares to the power of our mutual pleasure. Soaring higher together, every subtle caress sends my body skyrocketing into joy.
Words can’t describe the pounding heat my roommate’s body stoked in me, his domineering presence looming as we pushed against each other, each hard thrust pushing us further into a blazing inferno of homoerotic desire.
He reveled in the raw feeling of being filled by her. Moans of pleasure escaping his lips as she moved her hips against him in a gentle rhythm. The friction pushed him closer to edge until pleasure poured through him like liquid heat. Her name was becoming a mantra as his climax yearned for release. One last thrust and they were both transported to sweet oblivion.
He woke up with a throbbing ache between his thighs, a stirring that was so strong and so alluring, he felt himself drawn into it. His hands traveled slowly to the source of the pleasure, massaging and tenderly caressing until he was overwhelmed by waves of intense desire and pleasure. Grasping firmly, he let out a moan of pleasure as he released all his inhibitions. It felt so good, so comforting, he couldn’t bear to stop. He embraced the bliss of the moment, and truly began to love ‘the morning wood’.
He leaned into me, the slick heat of his oiled body gliding against mine. His fingers expertly stroked my buttocks, each movement slowly and delicately bringing me closer and closer to euphoria. His skilled hands effortlessly moved within me, guiding my body through each wave of pleasure until I felt myself hurtling over the edge in a daze of pure ecstatic bliss.
He settled between my legs, guided my hips back and firmly massaged my ass, his fingers gently sliding across my cheeks and then pressing down to apply deep and powerful pressure, my muscles melting and quivering beneath his grasp, my body now melting in a state of hot, wet passion.