He grabbed Wesley and threw him on the bed. His hands roamed his body like a wild animal, exploring every inch and taking pleasure in the pain he inflicted. His mouth sought out crannies, his fingertips caressed curves and his tongue laved desire. Even the darkest depths of his heart were filled with sweet, passionate longing as he worshipped and pleasured his object of desire.
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We rode around town in Wes’s fancy car, my heart racing with desire. His hand touched my leg, tracing its length up to my groin. Daringly, I leaned in, and before I knew it, hot lips and tongues intertwined in wild passionate bliss. His skillful tongue soon danced me straight to ecstasy.
He crouched low on the sweat-drenched sheets and greedily latched his lips onto the angel’s manhood, devouring it with an animalistic hunger. His tongue delved deep, tasting the hard, pulsing muscle of Wesley’s secret, as the moans of pleasure echoed off the walls.
He stood before me, 6ft 3 of muscular, tattooed raw power. His thick meaty cock demanded attention. Nervous with excitement, I braced myself as I took him in. He was deep and intense, the raw warmth of his heat exploding within me. I knew I’d been conquered by the beast. He filled me, tamed me, owned me. He had claimed my ass as his.