It was the kind of sleazy, dark night that only Nolan could make me feel alive with. His body against mine electrified my soul. His knowing tongue knew exactly where to find my pleasure. I’d never felt so alive and fulfilled – and it was only the start of my initiation.
Browsing: Trip
The heat was palpable as we descended into the steamy depths of the meat market. I could feel my arousal rising as I scoped out the throbbing muscled bodies, their juices dripping, cum staining the floors. I partook of every pleasure, my own cum adding to the mix as the night wore on. It was a journey I’d never forget.
He stepped out of the shadows; all six foot of him, rippling with lean muscle and a hunger I knew only too well. I pushed my way up against him, gripped his hair, felt my grip sink into his neck as I took him in hungry, searching kisses. Then I was kissing my way down, exploring the contour of his body as I went. I swallowed his neck hungrily, before sliding my hand into his jeans. He groaned, like thunder, as I took him, our breath mixed with gasps and moans until every thought was lost in a wave of pleasure.
Beached on the baking sand of Key West, I tumbled into a night of lust and liquor. Bodies pressed close, writhing in the surf, stinging with sunscreen and seawater, reeking of tequila and piss. Probing tongues, eager hands, raw desire blossoming with every stolen kiss. I’d discovered the sweetest nectar in paradise.