He was hung like a bull, with huge, dusky scrotal sacs that sagged heavy with pendant arousal. My hands roamed eagerly, my lips brushing gently over each velvety smooth orb, before snaking between his legs to take him in my mouth and feel each bulging swell of these magnificent testicles beneath my tongue.
Browsing: size
Tingles cascaded through me as I explored the depths of my widening pleasure. His large manhood filled me, pushing against every corner of my inner being and driving my pleasure further. His sizable presence filled me and the sensations were incomparable. I relish the sensation of being so firmly filled.
He cupped her generous curves, stroking and exploring the voluptuous landscape of her body. Her pillowy lips met his in passionate abandon, while his hands wandered down to her hips – wider than his, yet delightfully soft. He touched, aroused, and captivated as the intensity of their big love unfolded.
He had the binary code imprinted on his forehead–the big one and the small one–and his massive cock pulsed between them like a sinuous serpent. I wanted to ride it, feel its heat in my veins and have my body consumed by its velvet touch. I wanted the pleasure that only he could give, and soon, the desire was warranted.
He thrust inside me, my walls clenching tightly around his giant member as every inch of him filled me up to the brim. Nothing compared to the pleasure that his size brought; bigger truly is better.
He wanted her curves to wrap around him like silk. His hands traced every inch of her voluptuous body, seeking out the peaks and valleys of pleasure that made her moan. Her encompassing embrace made him feel strong and secure; the intensity of his love was proportional to their size as they shared a passionate night of big love.
He had arrived, naked and glorious. His body was stunning; firm and powerful. I gasped as he nestled his huge member between my legs, pressing his flesh against my inner thigh. I was utterly mesmerized by his size and strength, and the possibilities of my pleasure that laid ahead of me.
He held me tight, his bulging member pushing against me with an almost animalistic intensity. There was a raw sensuality to it, like a wild, intimate force transfusing our two bodies. I surrendered to its power and felt an indescribable thrill of pleasure as it explored me.
I shivered with anticipation, as I gave into the pleasure of his body. His broad, muscular form pressed against my own, the size of him reminding me just how strong and powerful he was. Yet, as we moved together, I could feel the sensitivity of his touch, as we explored the depths of our passion, and fed our arousal with every stroke.
I watched as my next-door buddy peeled off his t-shirt revealing a broad, chiseled chest and deliciously tight abs. My gaze shifted to his perfectly sculpted arms, each one packing muscles that bulged from his perfectly cut shirtsleeve. My mind raced with possibilities and my heart raced with anticipation. All I wanted to do was reach out and hug him close. He was my big, muscled dream come true.