He felt Logan’s lawless rod thrusting deep within him, a force of pure energy that penetrated every inch of his being. It was a wild ride of pleasure and pain, the kind of passion that lovers write sonnets about. He begged for it all, relishing every moment, each thrust and caress pure delight.
Browsing: Rod
The light of the dimly lit room illuminated everything he wanted. He threw his head back with desire for Jack’s hard rod of lust. His tongue and hands were soon all over it, exploring, tasting, and devouring every inch of it. His moans of bliss amplified the heat warming their bodies until nothing was left between them but pure, unrestrained passion.
I could feel the heat radiating off Leo’s rod as he pushed it against my tight ass. I welcomed the fear as well as the pleasure, knowing this would give me the wildest and hottest ride yet. I loved being filled up by Leo’s rod and the fire that it brought me every single time.
He tasted Asher’s big rod of love – an exquisite symphony of hardened steel and velvet skin that melted on his tongue and sent sparks of lightning shooting through his brain. Every lick was a surge of power and pleasure, a thrill of desire that drove him faster and further into an orgasmic flurry of pleasure.
Henry pushed his rod into me, slowly but surely. His thrusts were deep and powerful, sending sweats of pleasure and pain down my spine. His heavy breathing filled the room, a symphony of heat and electricity. My cries for more, his need for release echoing between us. This was my fantasy becoming a reality.
Axel didn’t hesitate, pushing and twisting as his rod ripped through me, sliding deep and penetrating like a hot knife through butter. His hungry energy consumed me, his desire drenched us both as I felt a rush of liquid filling me, setting me ablaze with feelings of an electric passion. He covered me, devouring me and my body melted into his.
He was standing there, the delight of his manliness embedded in me, and I ached to draw him further in. As he lowered his eyes, I saw his Adam’s apple bob softly, and I knew it was time; I bent forward and took his meaty rod into my barely-breathing mouth. His taste hit my tongue like a gush of sweet pleasure and I sucked hard, letting every inch of his flesh bring me to the edge of bliss.
In a city of twisted fantasies and hard steel, Leo had wanted more than a soft touch. His rod, slick with need, slid into my rear like a hot knife through butter. His caresses set flame to my soul as I quivered in orgasmic pleasure, my leathered body thrumming with dark, intense pleasure.
Isaac’s rod sent me soaring to heights of pleasure undreamt of before. His strong, smooth thrusts up inside me drove me into a frenzy of heat and pleasure until I exploded in glorious, cum-drenched joy. I had truly tasted Heaven.