The wet denim clung to their thighs like sheets of taut silk, each every fiber of fabric woven with the promise of an intimate encounter. Their bulging cargoes begged to be touched, to be stroked by inquisitive hands eager to map out their masculine contours. These sweaty studs had been squeezed into the tightest jeans, as if they were inviting a night of exploration.
Browsing: uncomfortable
Throbbing with anticipation, I lay there in the darkness, trying to stay quiet but feeling my want building. My heart beat faster as he peeled my clothes away. His hot hands explored my body, teasing me into a state of ecstatic pleasure. His touch was electric – I strained against my own limits until I could take no more. Together, we sunk into the sheets, writhing in an orgasmic bliss.