The night was smothered in a dark and velvet cloak; the neon lights of the city shining as speckled stars among the rooftops. Landon trudged through the night, an invisible man cloaked by the shadows. But as he stepped over the threshold of satisfaction, a tasty prize waited to be uncovered in the depths of his trousers. This was a pleasure that no amount of money could buy. He gave a smile of satisfied gratitude as he caressed the contours of his hidden treasure – a sordid foray which promised a night of unmitigated sensual indulgence – a prize to be savoured, and a lust to be quenched in the depths of the night.
Table of Contents
- 1. Exploring Landon’s Tasty Prize
- 2. Unfolding the Sourly Sweet Pleasures
- 3. Imagining His Delicious Booty
- 4. Savoring the Juicy Rewards of Landon’s Pocketed Treat
- In Retrospect
1. Exploring Landon’s Tasty Prize
Unzipping his jeans, I savored the anticipation of tasting Landon’s tasty prize. Fumbling around eagerly, my fingers were struck by a hard, lurid object. Hot electricity surged through my body as I finally reached the prize and unwittingly grasped it in my hand.
It was far bigger than I had expected, and my mouth went dry. Boldly, I stroked the massive bulk and felt it begin to throb with life. My breath quickening, I opened my mouth and, daringly, licked the length of the enormous shaft. He gasped with pleasure and so did I.
I became lost in his taste, his smell, as I indulged Landon with my lips. His hands clutched tightly to my scalp as I sucked and licked his cock with tropical fervor. I savored every inch and every texture as I slowly explored the secret depths of Landon’s trouser pocket.
2. Unfolding the Sourly Sweet Pleasures
I pressed my body against his; my hand fit nicely through the opening in his trousers. I could sense the heat radiating off of him and I could feel his heart pounding. My fingers grazed against a hard and round object that just begged to be unravelled. I knew it would be worth it.
Landon made it easy for me with a content sigh. As I grabbed his underwear and slightly pulled it to the side, I could see the outline of the object it was hiding. It was slick, smooth and curved. I could smell a sweet and savoury aroma. I took it in my hand and lightly stroked it, a wave of pleasure coursed through me as I tasted the tip. I could feel the juices seeping out, controlled yet swift. With one soft tug, I finally revealed the tasty prize in Landon’s trouser pocket: an incredible banana.
3. Imagining His Delicious Booty
Observing Perfection
When I saw for the first time the high, firm cheeks of Landon’s booty, like two halves of a perfectly ripe peach, I was enticed and filled with desire. His jeans spanned across his behind in just the right way, a temptation and a tease for me to unlock. I was eager to feel the sensation of my hands unraveling his crest and exploring the curves of his delectable treasure. I moved closer to admire his roundness, mesmerized by the shifting shape of supple muscle and tough.
Exploring His Fiery Enticement
Pleasure stirred within me as I slowly slid my hands down the sides of Landon’s booty. I could feel a rush of electric excitement in the surface of his skin and I was hooked. I proceeded to move my grip lower to the base of his jeans, his fixed tight muscles blazed with heat that aroused me. I grabbed onto his pockets, and I knew this prize I was about to discover was going to make my heart pound harder. Excitement surged through me as I grabbed onto his hardness and eagerly moved closer to Landon and his tasty treasure.
4. Savoring the Juicy Rewards of Landon’s Pocketed Treat
Making Movements
I used all the crafty, subtle moves I had learnt to maneuver my way in. My hand opened and locked around the bulging contour that lay within his pants. A thin layer of cloth, its fabric being the only thing separating me from deliciousness of ultimate pleasure. My fingers gently explored the treasure within, feeling the strong and muscular features of what was contained. In the palm of my hand lay a very special prize. I’d been promised this treat before, and, as always, Landon did not disappoint.
It felt like a firm grip on a ball of pure bliss, like a long and drawn out massage of satisfaction. I could feel every angled twitch of the muscle contraction; each ripple against my fingers caused a single nerve ending jump response that spread across my skin. I savored the sensations that each stroke of his smoothness elicited from within me. I explored every nook and cranny and finally tugged on the tantalizing little love nubbin. Landon’s prize was undoubtedly a special gift. Its contents created quite a stir and buzz, and it left me hungry for more. I could feel the orgasmic release from within, and every kiss left me trembling and wanting more. I hoped that his raise in pleasure was equal to mine. I wanted to crown him with spasms of pleasure and express my appreciation for the luxurious gift of amazing that he had just given me.
In Retrospect
The night had been a wild ride; an unforgettable journey of discovery and pleasure. But as I, Landon, sauntered home—my every step echoing the sound of the night’s deliciousness—I smiled knowing that the best was yet to come when I could claim perhaps the most savory prize of all: the taste of my own delicious trouser pocket.