Oliver was a vision of perfection: hard body, bewitching eyes, and an eruption of manhood that seemed to be calling my name. We rode through paradise, as his cock twitched inside of me, and I knew his presence would stay with me long after we’d part ways.
Browsing: Riding
My body quivered as I felt his thick, calloused hands on my skin. I savored every moment as he tantalizingly explored me, his fingers drawing wet, ragged circles. His touch was delicate and powerful, causing jolts of pure pleasure and leaving my skin burning long after his departure. I was consumed with delight, finally releasing my inhibitions underneath his strong, commanding grip.
The jock straddled me, his engorged member throbbing against my inner thigh. I gasped as he thrust deep, sending an eruption of pleasure through me. His unforgiving riding intensified with every movement, taking me to new heights. His hot breath on my skin, eyes locked in longing, we surrendered to the power of lustful pleasures.
He approached me from behind, his strong handyman hands caressing my back while his lips tickled my neck. As I closed my eyes and let his touch fill me up, I felt his wild energy coursing through my veins, and in one powerful moment, we were both lost to the unstoppable desire that was consuming us.
He tasted like a heady glass of midnight wine. His rod was hard in my hands, like a potent firework waiting to explode. As I rode him, the feeling had me trembling and tingling down to the depths of my soul. It was like no other sensation I’d ever experienced, and I wanted more.
The night was young and I was ready for action. I strolled confidently down the street, feeling exuberant. I heard Nolan calling out to me. In the dimly lit street, his silhouette invited me in a way that stirred something inside me. I couldn’t say no. I accepted his offer- a hard ride I would never forget. He got close. His manhood was so hard. I fumbled for his belt. His skin was smooth and warm against mine. He let out a moan as I wrapped my lips around him. It was a hard ride and I loved every minute of it.
He was hard and ready for me, and I could feel the deep heat radiating from his core as we moved together. My body pulsed and my mind raced as I rode his body unprotected, and each thrust was like a burning sensation as we entered a passionate explosion of pleasure.
He drove in and out with reckless yet calculated intensity; the kind that made symmetrical furrows in the sheets and searing, seething sensations in his skin that were simultaneously tantalizing and torturous. By the time Roman let him go his body was exhilarated and exhausted, bearing the marks of slow, wicked pleasure and injuries that…reminded him of what could happen when someone takes charge.
Gripping the thick, pulsing shaft, I inched it closer to me and encircled it with my lips, savoring its hard texture as I took more and more of it into my warm moist mouth. My eyes closed in pure pleasure as I savored the taste and sensation of the 12 inch monstrosity, taking me into ecstasy.
He stood before me, a picture of self-assured masculinity with a pulsing thick lance of pure raw pleasure. I quaked with edgy anticipation of the glorious ride that was about to unfold. I wanted him so bad I could almost taste the salty sweat of his body as our aching flesh met in a passionate rush of hot desires.