His eyes felt heavy and his skin felt wet as Sean’s gaze followed the hard, pulsing contours of the stranger’s cock. He felt himself open up for the big, thick presence, each inch exploring deeper and deeper until Sean lost himself in sensation and pleasure. It was the hardest hard he had ever encountered.
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He breathed hard and let out a low moan of pleasure as I gulped down the last precious drop. His long shuddering climax felt like an eternity, and I drank in his desire as I licked my lips from the sweetness that lingered there. I caressed his body with my hands, feeling the tension of his pleasure ripple through my veins in an orgasmic wave.
Henry pushed his rod into me, slowly but surely. His thrusts were deep and powerful, sending sweats of pleasure and pain down my spine. His heavy breathing filled the room, a symphony of heat and electricity. My cries for more, his need for release echoing between us. This was my fantasy becoming a reality.
Sydney’s night air was hot and heavy as we embraced. His lips trembled against mine as our tongues explored, gentle but passionate. His hands ran over my body, slowly and teasingly, as we shed our clothes to revel in the sensuality of the evening. I would never forget that night; the blazing stars, the burning desire, and the beautiful boys.
He looked at me, and I felt my heart race, as if I had been plucked from the night sky and thrown into a spiral of ecstatic joy. His eyes, his lips, his body – they all begged to be kissed and licked, explored and adored. As I brushed past, I could almost taste the sweet nectar of his skin on my tongue. I knew I wanted this and I wanted it now. I wanted to feel every inch of him inside me.
Sean was entranced from the moment he spotted him. He was tall, muscular and confident. His broad shoulders and XXL physique were accentuated by his tight jeans and t-shirt. Sean was ready to give into his pulsing desires in spite of his trepidation over this giant’s size. Nothing would stop him from being engulfed fully and deeply. They stripped down, and welcomed pleasure, and orgasm crashed over them like a wave.
He moaned as I buried myself in his inner sanctum. His hips rose to meet my hungry lips and tongue, each flick coaxing husky whispers of pleasure from his throat. Sweat cooled our entwined bodies as we endlessly explored each other’s cravings in a melding of raw passion.
He stood there, his muscles bulging beneath the evening sun, as he pulled down the tight Lycra of the speedo just enough for me to see his arousal. His breath was hot and ragged, the excitement palpable, as his eyes bored into mine. Just the sight of him made my heart beat faster and hotter. It was time for us to explore each other and to bring this heated tale to its fiery end.
He grabbed my gaze with a smoldering look. My heart raced as he stepped closer; the heat of his body was all-consuming. His kiss was electric. I felt my body hum with anticipation as his hands explored my body, thrilling my every nerve. I fed freely on his desire, feasting on his erotically charged selfies that awoke my deepest fantasies.
He opened the door and immediately my eyes were struck by his masculine beauty. Powerful and lithe. His tautly muscled body filling my vision with something primal and almost forbidden. Passion stirred between us, desire swirling around the room as our eyes locked and something tangible yet indefinable built in intensity.