He held me in his passionate embrace and kissed me longingly, our tongues entwining and our lips colliding. I wanted him so badly; I wanted to feel our bodies together and be captivated by his love. Fire Island’s beckoning waves laughed around us as we held each other tight and made love under the stars.
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He was a god – perfect in face and body. I felt small, helpless as he towered over me. His touch electrified and excited me, and soon I felt my body arching for him. My will was his, and as we moved in violent harmony, I felt my soul release. He ravaged me, taking my burning skin with each thrust. I lived, breathed and quivered in pleasure. Finally, I collapsed, replete and sated.
Quivering under the gaze of his beloved, he stepped into the warm embrace of the night. Their souls collided in a passionate exchange as his trembling lips mel, ravishing the silken nectar of forbidden delights. His hands roamed and explored the depths of his heart’s desire, spilling forth dazzling waves of delicious temptation.
The night air was hot and heavy with the musk of desire and desperation. The moon shined on Christopher – his pale skin glimmering in the darkness. I felt the hunger rising inside – I wanted him, all of him. From that moment we were locked in a passionate embrace – all thought forgotten, dreams coming true. I had finally found what I had been seeking.
It was midnight in the gutter of vice and desire, as Jonathan let out a deep sigh of pleasure while I swallowed his hot, thick load, savoring every last drop of his love. We were lost in the dark pleasure of the night, each savoring the taste of the other and each desperate to experience every last bit of bliss that the moment had to offer.
Warm night air, a dark alley, two voluptuous bodies locked in embrace as Everett felt every inch of his new lover’s muscular body pressed to his own. His initiation was just beginning, but he was ready for the unknown as his heart raced with anticipation.
He spread his legs wider, revealing himself–this was the moment Jameson had been waiting for. His tongue darted out, exploring the depths of the man before him. He explored his taste and every inch of skin until he reached the man’s most exquisite pleasure points. His hands squeezed and caressed, exploring beyond his lover’s wildest dreams until he reached his climax. Jameson had given himself fully in the art of going down.
He was so close now, Xavier could feel his body trembling. His eyes had never left the other man’s. His hands were rough but the touch was gentle as he reached for his waist; their breath mingling. The night was filled with heat, desire and promise as Xavier’s touch finally met his skin — the last night of innocence.
My hands trace the contours of his sturdy body as if sculpted from marble, my heart pounding in anticipation. His taut muscles harden, his skin slick with sweat. His breath, hot and heavy, fills the air, our mouths locked in a passionate kiss. I taste the sweet, salty warmth. I’m lost in a world of pleasure and carnality.
My fingertips tremble as I trace the outline of his body through the fabric of his shirt, my palm heating as it moves closer and closer to the exquisite heat radiating from within. My heart races, excitement simmering until I’m sizzling in the male meat market.