My tongue roams, savoring the salty taste of heated flesh, my lips part hungrily to suck on muscle meat, exploring with delicious curiosity the power and potency of its flavor. Its lusciousness wraps around me, stirring sensations that I cannot resist.
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My hungry eyes roved over the room, feasting on the carnal sights. I wandered lustfully among the rows of beefy, glistening hunks, drawn like a bee to nectar to the sweet, heady scent of their sweat-slicked skin and primal desire. A wave of pleasure threatened to overwhelm me as I imagined myself being worshipped by these alpha males.
The waves lapped upon the shore, their ebb and flow the perfect partner to the sway of his hips as he walked. I saw his silhouette the in the moonlight, tasting traces of salt on his bronzed skin, marinating in the musky flavour of the seaman that hinted at promise and intrigue.
All I can think of is tasting our salty skins, as we savor the freshly shucked oysters. Our lips entwined in passionate kisses, the heat of the night intensifying with every promised embrace on the cobblestone streets of Reykjavík. Such exquisite desire, such tantalizing want, both bodies now raging with wanting.
He closed his eyes and felt his trembling lips press into mine. His tongue touched my own in a moment of salty, oozing ecstasy, and as I shuddered with pleasure, he slid his hands softly down my body, caressing every inch of me. Breathless, I melted into him and our fervor soared, taking us on a wild journey of tantalizing carnal bliss.