He opened the door, and I saw a tall, imposing figure, the kind of man who could take what he wanted from me with just a look. I felt my anxiety replaced by a surge of electricity that coursed through my nerveless body. I knew that tonight, my virginity would be surrendered and fulfilled.
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A newfound freedom fell upon me, unbuttoning the top of my shirt to reveal my tender chest; the smell of forbidden temptation oozing from my skin as I felt the cool hallway air kiss my cheeks. The sensation of being desired was overwhelming, my lungs expanding with anticipation as our eyes locked and I knew that true pleasure was mine to enjoy.
He said, “Let me get this straight, you want to take 25 loads of cum and swallow every drop?” I nodded, cheeks blushing with a flush of excitement. His hands caressed my face, his eyes catching mine with an unspoken plea. I nodded and his lips met mine with a passionate kiss.
He kneeled obediently, gazing up in eager anticipation. His slender body felt electric as the hands of his lover explored every contour with intensity. His mouth relaxed into a satisfied smile as he shuddered in delight at each scrape of experienced skin on soft flesh. He happily lost himself to the urge for surrender, throaty cries echoing in the night.
He was the typical older man; muscular, tanned, and devastatingly handsome. And my friend’s dad was no less intimidating than any other man of his age: well-groomed, exquisitely tailored. He seemed ridiculously out of my league, yet there was something inside me that urged me to take a chance. He was my first experience of an erotic, older man.
He trembled as he felt the warmth of those hands cool in the pool’s water, wrapping around his waist before running their way up his chest – their inviting touch making him arch his neck to the sky in desire. His heart raced as his back was pulled flush against a body that seemed made of pure fire. He was seduced by the heat of poolside passion.
His fingers delicately probed the depths of my secrets, sending shivers of pleasure through me. They moved in gentle circles, coaxing out my pleasure as I reveled in the knowledge that I was his to explore and savor. Ecstasy was but a fingertip away.
His throat tightened at the sight of him, a dreamlike figure in the mirror. He was sleek and slender, kissed by the sun with a light sheen of sweat on his smooth, dusky skin…He was the epitome of sensuous temptation and his musky aroma filled the room. His body quivered with anticipation and he longed for the day his twink selfie fantasies would become reality.
He pressed his body against me; I felt an intoxicating rush of desire. I could smell the chlorine from the pool on his skin, and feel his heart hammering against mine. All the air between us seemed electrified; our mouths moving closer and closer. I wanted more; my body throbbed for him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he plunged me into the deep end.
His delicate paws explored my body, soft breaths flutter on my skin, igniting an untamed fire of desire with each touch. His agile pulses created a wave of rapturous delight, building until my body was a quivering mass of pleasure. I felt an orgasmic bliss as my body relearned how to surrender.