I gripped David’s hips with both hands, tasting the salty sweetness as his tsunami of pleasure surged down my throat. His shuddering, writhing form and primal screams of ecstasy sent me into a state of pure, unbridled bliss. I savored every moment of it until I was completely lost in his pleasure.
Browsing: slurping
I tiptoed into the outdoor pool area, hearing the splashes and groans of the two lushly muscled bodies writhing and rolling in the cool azure depths. I watched as their hands explored each other’s bodies, as their mouths tasted each other’s flesh, and their bodies moved together in a sensual wet symphony of slurping and splashing, summoning new and delicious forms of pleasure.
He stood in the Oxblood shadows of Grayson’s Treasure, alone. The familiar musk of man combined with the slippery sweetness of mansex filled the air. His eyes, heavy like tropical fruit, never leaving the brash and carnal symmetry of the man across the room. There was a slobber of desire, a sensuous shove toward desire, which never ended. The salivation that propelled them toward an ardent and sensuous embrace.
Mason and I lay there, entwined in arms and legs, his body pressed to mine. His hot, sweet breath flowed over me, and his tongue was so delicious and smooth between my own surges of pleasure. I slurped every bit of his luscious maleness, tasting and feeling the warmth of his desire. I wanted it all, and I wanted it now.