He opened his eyes to the rising sun, seeing the silhouette of Sean’s back — tattoos shifting in the dawn light. His lips were soft and gentle, searing a path of heat from Sean’s neck to his own chin. His salty, sweet taste lingered, making every inch of him throb with pleasure. And Sean, still thrusting and hard, rode him through the morning’s dawn until they both were spent.
Browsing: suckin
He tasted Asher’s big rod of love – an exquisite symphony of hardened steel and velvet skin that melted on his tongue and sent sparks of lightning shooting through his brain. Every lick was a surge of power and pleasure, a thrill of desire that drove him faster and further into an orgasmic flurry of pleasure.
The rain was pounding against the window, but I wanted no distraction from the man before me. His big, hard cock beckoned me, and I eagerly kneeled before him, lips parted in anticipation. I took him deep into my throat, tasting his salty flavor as I brushed along the veins of his shaft. I felt his pleasure swelling within me as I moved, becoming one with him. His grunts of pleasure were music to my ears as his orgasm rocketed through us both.
Sweaty Levi sat there like some kind of a manly god, hands firmly on his knees, a broad chest, muscular arms like flying buttresses. I knew I was seconds away from something incredible, something raw and primal – something I’d been dreaming of for years. I took him: aggressively, passionately, hungrily. His body was capable of so much pleasure . . . and I was determined to find it all.