He kissed me hungrily, his tongue exploring my mouth as his hands caressed my body. My skin tingled with anticipation as I savored this moment of pure bliss. His scent, invigorating, and his touch electrifying. As I returned his passionate embrace, his mouth dipped lower, showering my neck and chest with a flood of unbridled pleasure. I let myself succumb to the sheer intensity of the moment.
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My hands slide over their sweat-slicked flesh, exploring the taut, juicy curves of their body—the press of pectoral muscle, the slippage of biceps and tricep, the delicious, indescribable texture of their thighs. I can’t resist taking them in my mouth, tasting and devouring every juicy inch of the delectable muscle meat.
He lay in bed, eyes barely open, body wrapped in sheets like a chrysalis in a cocoon. He could feel his morning woody raging against the walls of his jockeys, far more intense and determined than the early morning light filtering through his curtains. He moaned and drew his legs up, arching against the sheets, his body quivering with eager anticipation.