The night was steamy and humid, a heady cocktail of salt air and fresh fruit from the marketplace; languidly, we melted into each other’s arms. His jock body was firm and strong, his every touch igniting my skin. His soft lips, his eagerness, the sight of his toned torso and tight briefs; everything felt like pure magic, an unforgettable night with a muscle man of Antigua.
Browsing: unforgettable
He pulled her close, pressing his lips against hers. She felt the heat of his skin, and the desire that coursed through them both. His hands explored her curves, tracing patterns of fire and pleasure beneath her eager skin. She was lost in the moment, as the night burned with sizzling, scorching intensity.
The rumble of his denim as he moved, the hypnotic heat that oozed from his skin, the way the fabric brushed against my own–my body thrummed with anticipation, too weak to be anything other than yielding to his sensuality. He was unforgettable.