I wander the magnificent streets of Reykjavik, admiring the divine statuesque forms of the men that pass my vision: toned arms, glistening torsos, and strong thighs. My hunger intensifies as I give myself permission to revel in their hot, male beauty. I can hardly contain my lust.
Browsing: reveling
Her eyes trace the contours of his body from the broad expanse of his heavily muscled chest, down to the thick muscular arms and finally to the muscled curves of his perfect waist. His face is like a god’s, and his body is a dizzying paradise of rapturous pleasure. Her desire to know his touch, to feel his hard muscles against her skin, dances in her mind each time she looks upon one of his selfies, and she revels in the muscled rapture of his existence.
He dug his fingers into my curves as I gasp in pleasure, his huge cock pushing against me, stretching me. His passionate thrusts fill me, waves of pleasure overwhelm me as I reach my peak, his big dick diving deep within me. I revel in its size, its power, and the pure pleasure that it brings me.