He looked at me with smoldering eyes, his lips quirking up in anticipation of our encounter. I felt an electric charge, my heart racing as my desire grew. I felt like a criminal, as his strong arms encircled me and my lips pressed desperately against his. It was like fire, our passion burning achingly and passionately through the night.
Browsing: #romance
It was a wild night. I cut through dark alleys, an excited buzz in my veins. I watched and waited, finally spotting Jace. His big dick was all I needed. We locked eyes and I knew it was game on. I moved in and the night got crazier. Our tongues explored each other, me deepthroating his member, my mouth and his entwined. It was hot.
He teased my nipples as his lips moved swiftly on my body, while his hands explored and caressed – pleasure pushing me towards the edge. His presence was electrifying and by the time he reached my innermost depths, my breath was so tight I wanted him to consume me. His kiss was fierce, leading me to a line of no return. That was my first time – I had no idea what awaited me.
He trembled as their eyes met, an electric heat crackling in the air. Hips arching closer, longing for contact, the sweet fragrance of desire mingling with heady sweat. His heart pounded, drowning out the rest of the world – his skin alive with just one thought: this is what it means to burn for something.#Gay
His eyes explored further, stumbling upon glossy, toned men in various provocative poses. The images of these Adonises become the object of his insatiable craving. A never-ending sexual adventure, awaiting to be explored in the fantastical selfie-land.
He stripped me with expert precision, his eyes exploring my hard body. He pressed against me with strength and purpose, eliciting a sharp moan from my lips. Time stood still as he laid me down on the bed and I felt nothing but the force of his thrusts, filling me with pleasure until I reached my peak in ecstatic union.
The moon seemed ready to burst, and his skin smelled like incense on a burning stove. I could feel the man heat radiating off him as I kissed his throat, his chest. He tasted like summer and smelled like I’d never been closer to heaven before. His warmth was an addiction I never wanted to stop having.
He was the sun god, and I was his devotee; his hard, salty body all mine to feast upon. I took his diamond-shaped nipples in my mouth and like claws, plucked them. He groaned in pleasure and I slipped my tongue deep inside his kiss, tasting the ocean and our intoxicating union.
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.
The dark night revealed Aiden’s trembling body as his fingertips cautiously explored the soft contours of the male form in front of him. He felt a heat rise as he traced the curves and angles. It was then, when his touch ran across a warm valley of sweat and rugged, hair-covered muscle, that it dawned on him what he was experiencing—his first homoerotic touch.