He pressed his hands against my sweat-slicked skin– his touch bringing me to heaven’s door. His lips tasted of sweet honey as he descended to explore me further. His expert tongue savored me like a fine, forbidden pleasure, making me tremble with desire. I was sure I’d die with pleasure before he ever finished.
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He lay there, a big gun waiting to be claimed. I licked my lips with anticipation as I slid down to service what must be serviced. His long hard cock throbbing in pleasure as it moved to deeper depths. With each lick, taste and suck the pleasure was unbearable and left me wanting more. James was truly a king and I was his willing subject.
Greyson’s taste was like a meadow in spring; fresh, heady, and clothed in a dewy sweetness that left me wanting more. His arousal built with each passing stroke of my tongue and as I slowly devoured his manhood I felt transfixed in a maelstrom of pleasure.
He grabbed my hand and led me to a back alley I never knew existed. He tasted like forbidden fruit, his lips extravagant and full of sinful desires. Desire that I never thought existed, and I wanted more. He brought me to my knees with an animalistic hunger. His hands guiding me to a pleasure I never knew possible.
Nolan’s big thick dick was like a forbidden secret, almost mythical in its proportions. It was the kind of dick that made a man tremble, a startling presence of forbidden power that denied any possibility of resisting its temptation. It was as if his entire being were made to house this amazing piece of man flesh.
With his big hands wrapped around his taut jeans, I felt the hard steel in my mouth. His thickness somewhat numbed my taste buds, yet I could still taste the salt and sweet of Levi’s cock. His passionate moans echoed in my ear as I continued to savor his flavor and his hunger. I had truly found Heaven in the depths of Levi’s jeans.
Adrian was a big bad gangsta from out of town. His words were as sharp as his looks and when he showed me his big slick dick, I’m not gonna lie, I was hooked. One taste, and I knew all I wanted was more of that sweet ego-busting love.
Jaxon’s bounty was like a lick of warm honey that melted on my tongue. His smell was powerful, his touch electric, and his taste, sublime. I savored every drop of his precious load until I melted into a pool of contentment. One I never wanted to leave.
His eight inch cock glistened in the light, dripping with pre-cum. I took it into my mouth, savoring the hot, salty flavor of his desire. His moans grew louder as he thrust further into my throat, each thrust giving me one big, hot taste of him. I swallowed more and more eagerly, hungrily licking my lips with the taste of Brook’s soul in my mouth.
Jonathan shuddered with pleasure as the warm lips and raspy tongue of his lover glided over his pulsing shaft, delicately swirling the head–a sensual caress that made his knees weak. He gasped as the other man opened wide and enveloped him, taking him into the depths of his throat. The rough lick that followed sent electric pleasure surging through Jon’s body.