The waves danced with abandon as we stood at the shoreline, clapping as we watched the sailors’ physique. The binding fabric of their uniforms hugged every hard muscle as the salty sea kissed their salty skin. I wanted to worship them, touch them, taste them. Then we did, in the blazing sunlight until there was nothing left but pleasure.
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Bowing my head, I praised his hard and mighty cock, taking every inch into my hungry mouth. I licked it, savored it, tasted it until I knew every nuance of its flavor. His power filled me with pleasure and I worshipped his manhood with reverence and desire.
The sun gleamed down on the Mediterranean Sea, setting a magical scene as I stood amongst the hustle and bustle of the beach in Tel-Aviv. With eyes of lust, I scoured the golden shoreline until I found them; muscle gods, hot and ready. Like gladiators they commanded the beach, and I knew I had to taste the nectar of a thousand sweaty dreams. Those bronzed and ripped figures seemed like a ticket to pleasures beyond my wildest fantasies. I wanted to be theirs…and so I did.