He felt the broad tight head of his monster of a cock press against my tight entrance as my body shivered with expectation. His first thrust left me gasping, but before I could recover he pushed deeper still, pushing me into an intense pleasure beyond my past experiences.
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He felt his friend’s body pressed tightly against him, skin to skin, heart to heart. They could feel the heat and pressure of their desire intertwined. His lips caressed his friend’s neck as his hands explored places they’d never been before. A forbidden embrace full of passionate kisses and tender touches that neither of them could control.
Steamy glances, quivering anticipation…our eyes linger and craving surfaces. Coaches hands tugging and pushing my body tighter against him. His demanding lips ravaging mine. His groin pressed hard against my swollen heat. As we kiss and pant, the players on the field shout, but his touch blurs it all. Behind the pre-game thrill was a desire that only a passionate tryst in the locker room could satisfy.
He grabbed my hips, his big hard cock thrusting deep into me. I felt every inch, the pleasure of his powerful member ravishing me as I gasped in pleasure. His spunk shooting deep inside me, only adding to the bliss as I screamed out in joy, the manly lust crescendoing into sweet completion.
He could feel the warmth of the sand beneath him as his body burned with lust, his shirtless form caressed by the wind. He looked upon the horizon, lost in a haze of longing as the frantic rhythm of the ocean pounded in his veins, calling for him and his beloved companion to surrender to the tide of pleasure.
My firm grip on his head pulls him farther down and his lips, wet and puckered, wrap around the length of me. His succulent tongue tickling and teasing me with the expertise and familiarity of a practiced maestro. My orgasm rushes forth, as fast as the train ride we’ve just taken, leaving me breathless with an all-encompassing pleasure.
It was the kind of sleazy, dark night that only Nolan could make me feel alive with. His body against mine electrified my soul. His knowing tongue knew exactly where to find my pleasure. I’d never felt so alive and fulfilled – and it was only the start of my initiation.
Carter crawled into the cramped brownstone, the walls echoing with the crunch of his footsteps. Sweat pooled on his skin. His breathing deepened as he descended, soon devolving into moans as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm him. Nothing else mattered, not the musty air or the tears streaming down his face – only the descent into pleasure.
In a dingy room, Elijah scrabbles with anonymous hands, his body hot with lust and clothed in darkness. He begs for pleasure and prays for his heart’s desire. His body shivers as he’s taken down below — down into a well of erotic pleasure.
He tore off his shirt and directed me to his bedroom, beckoning me to follow. His scent was overpowering, and primal lust filled the air as the heat of his body drew me nearer. His hands were on me as I lay beneath him, and I felt his passion overwhelm me as he burned with desire. His lips and body moved with mine, making for a steamy night of pure pleasure.