He felt the pleasure slowly building as Alexander licked and suckled his swollen cock until he thought he would explode. His breathing quickened and his fingers tightened their grip on the sheets as he realized what was coming. His whole body quaked as he felt Alexander’s hot, questing tongue against his tender flesh and then he let out a primal scream as the pleasure rushed through him.
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He felt the heat of his Dad’s big beef spread along his twink tongue as he hungrily took in every bit. The flavor only increased as he explored further, discovering the hidden depths of its richness. His cheeks, smothered in tantalizing beef, pulsed with craving. He was lost in the moment, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure of it all. His Dad’s big beef was divine.
The pleasure globes of my ass ached as I felt deep redemption – burst after burst, pleasure after pleasure. His body enveloping my own – and the pulsing river of his creamy cum until my ass couldn’t take anymore – filling me up to the brim. Ah, the complete bliss of form meeting function – as I move wild and free, head to toe ensconced in cum.
His gaze swept over the taut muscles of his tight torso, loaded with sinew and strength. Fire raced through his veins as his mouth watered with desire. With each click of the camera, he’d capture the image of another hunk in all his glory. Passion and pleasure blazed like white-hot fire within him.
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.
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.
He pushed me onto the bed, his hands already laced in my hair, claiming me for himself. His mouth took me in an explosive kiss that left me begging for more. His body, hard and sexy, pressed against mine. This was the most intense passion I’d ever felt. I moaned as he made love to me, lost in a world of pleasure and desire.
The water was warm, just past our aroused bodies entwined in the shallow waters of Rio’s secluded beach. As his hands caressed my body, I felt the growing pleasure radiating from deep within. I can still feel his sensuous lips on my skin, then on my very core as he released a long, passionate, and explosive orgasm that sent me into a tailspin.
The heat of the July afternoon was sweltering; the only relief a glint of sunlight reflecting off a nearby pool. They moved through the crowd, growing closer together. Sweat glistening in the hot humidity, their eyes locked, longing and desire for skin to skin contact radiating off them stripping them of inhibition. This was true, authentic, gay lust.
The taste was so much more than expected: hot, a little salty and definitely the sweetest liberation I’d experienced in months. His load was not only an eruption of carnal pleasure, but a reminder of the power of passion. With each surge of cum down my throat, I felt the heat of his desire and embraced it with a newfound awareness of my own libido.