He stepped in and sealed his fate; the steam swirled around him as the water embraced his nakedness. His muscles loosened as their bodies connected; the warmth sent shockwaves of pleasure through him as the passionate kiss melted their resistance away. He was suspended in an erotic embrace, until, at last, their crescendo shook the bathroom tiles.
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He took her breath away when he commanded her to kneel before him. Her heart raced as he expertly led her through the night, teaching her how to surrender completely to his will. She knew she could trust him to lead her to ecstasy.
I pressed against him and felt his strong body heating up beneath mine; his mouth explored and caressed mine as his tongue entered my mouth, pushing aside all inhibitions until all that remained was the deep desire in our bodies. His hands moved up my back and into my hair, tugging me closer as I felt his intention in his kiss, his desire for me radiating off him in waves.
He’s my muse, the one who inspires all my fantasies. I stare into his selfie, eyes tracing his body hungrily and my flesh tingles in anticipation. With each image, my mind wanders into a vivid universe of hedonistic pleasure. His selfies ignite a fiery cascade of desire that electrifies my blood, and I’m overcome with the aching, throbbing longing to make those fantasies real.
He moaned and shivered as I entered him. His tight hole grew and clamped around me, as his moans descended into guttural growls of pleasure. He filled with cum and it spilled from his tight hole in long strings of white, falling onto the bed, dripping like rain. I could feel the heat of his desire and pleasure coursing through my veins, and I was lost in it.
The heat of Valencia was oppressive, and the sensual smell of jasmine and cedar in Sitges was beckoning. I wandered its cobblestone streets for hours, delighting in its dark alleys and pulsing nightlife. I soon found myself in the arms of an overheated Spaniard, yielding to pure passion and pleasure in the hot Mediterranean night.
His colossal manhood loomed before me like a figurehead on a galleon of pleasure. His velvety balls glistened a tantalizing invitation I couldn’t resist. With my heart pounding and my breath in my throat I waited with trepidation for the heat of his desire set ablaze.
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My hands drifted up and down his body, savoring the feel of his nakedness under my fingertips. Our mouths found each other and we were lost in an eternity, both aware of his and my desire, wanting to learn and explore each other’s body. His breath felt electric against my skin and I wanted nothing more than to surrender to this fantasy.
He felt the sand beneath his feet and a warmth from within that seemed to grow with each passing second. His rippling muscles, a brown skin across the beach, and an emotion that begged for a closer connection between them both. His expectations were met as a passionate kiss swept the air and ripped through his soul. An explosive gay erotic encounter it was, as if waves of pleasure were crashing against the shore.