Wyatt’s rod of pleasure thrust hard into me. I could feel the dark electricity crackling around us. He with hands on my hips and tongue in my ear. I rode with reckless abandon, taking in every lick and thrust in search of the ultimate pleasure. It was a frantic, relentless pace that brought us ever closer to the edge.
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Owen’s tight ass awaiting my thrust, I plunged deep, savagely surging into him. His body rocked and tensed, our sweaty skin smacking together as I rode his wrists with wild savagery. His back arching, his cries ringing out as orgasm consumed us, quaking the bed and scalding our souls.
The sun set on Key West and I was in a daze of sensuality. Every street corner promised pleasure, and every stranger a new opportunity. Even the air was charged with a promise, an intoxicating aroma of desire. I reveled in the feeling, searching for the perfect fantasy at the end of the road.