He shucked his shirt just enough to flash his chest and the promise of that tantalizing tattoo, and I could not help but imagine the other promises that lie beneath his carefully tended clothes. I moved closer, knowing the night would be filled with all the forbidden pleasures he held within his arms as if he were a keeper of secrets.
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His eyes lingered on the hulking mass of firm masculinity that breezed in. The 199cm of delectable manliness pressed lightly against the lockers, as if to taunt and test its admirer’s will. It was an invitation, that bulging, uncut erection nodding at him, a temptation he wildly embraced as his tight briefs moistened with excitement and desire. The raw, animalistic drive within awaken as it grew bigger and bigger in his eyes, begging, cajoling and demanding acknowledgment and devourment.
The older gent stood before me, his gaze intent and filled with desire. His hands gently caressed my body, exploring every tender inch. I’d never been touched like this before; my stomach flip-flopped with anticipation. His lips met mine and I shivered, surrendering to his spell. I was his now, and I knew it. He showed me pleasure like I’d never imagined. I was a virgin no more.
He couldn’t resist. The twink’s caress stirred something in the daddy, a warmth he hadn’t felt in years. He found himself walking towards him, against his better judgment, until they were almost nose to nose. Their lips brushed as their tongues intertwined, and the twink whispered, “Let me show you the pleasures of a younger man…
I felt his firm, slender finger tracing circles around my tight bud before slipping inside. The pleasure that possessed my body as his experienced hand explored my secret depths was indescribable. I moaned as he teased and coaxed my aroused body to the edge of ecstasy. Then, with a flick of his wrist, I felt waves of pleasure crashing over me.
He walked into the room with eyes blazing – his slender, almost effeminate body belying the intensity beneath. We were together, entwined in a secret desire, soon to be fulfilled. His touch was electric, yet delicate, as if the weight of even a single finger would somehow break the moment into a million pieces. We were lost in each other, his passionate tongue exploring with wanton lust. My twink’s forbidden rendezvous had just begun.
My cheeks flush in heated anticipation as the perfect, plump twink enters the room, his musk heavy and inviting. His thick, pink lips press against my own, his salty sweat mixes with the sweet taste of his tongue. His cum explodes and I’m left with a warm, sticky load poured deep inside of me, my body trembling with a release of pure pleasure.
The Twink moaned as I pushed my way inside, exploring his tight insides. His back arching, my lips pressing to his neck as my finger danced from one spot to the next. The pleasure was building, my tongue tracing patterns, before my Master touch sent him over the edge and into ecstasy. I watched as the Twink was taken to paradise.
My Daddy walked in wearing nothing but a pair of tight briefs that hugged his XL thickness. My mouth filled with saliva as I feasted my eyes on this succulent feast before me. His huge dick bulged against the waistband and I dove in, eagerly tasting his hot, salty love potion. Heaven!
His slender fingers explored the peculiarly sensitive plane of skin between the twink’s leg and stomach, sending shivers and sensations that made the twink writhe and moan in pleasure. His touch penetrated deeper, teasing his submissive’s deepest, most intimate parts until the twink exploded in pleasure. He’d never felt so exposed and wanted before. Ecstasy flowed through his body in waves, thrilling his being and setting his soul ablaze.