Damn, I have to tell you about this guy I met, Marcos, the firefighter. Look, it all started a few weeks ago when I first ran into him in the neighborhood. Imagine, a guy with that killer body, all muscled up and with a beard that I swear makes you want to grab it and not let go. But he's not your typical cocky hunk, you know, the kind that thinks he's the biggest dick. No, this guy has a calmness that throws you off, as if the fire was nothing to him.
The first meeting was in his garden, chopping wood like a fucking lumberjack. I was amazed, watching him sweat and how his muscles showed with every movement. But what intrigued me the most was his look, man. It wasn't the typical look at me, I'm the toughest look. No, there was something deeper, as if he was hiding a secret.
A few days later, we ran into each other at the supermarket. The conversation flowed in a strange way, like there was electricity in the air. Shit, it was like we were dancing a tango without music, you know what I mean. There was something about him that attracted me, an energy I couldn't ignore.
But the key moment came in a bar. We met there, each in his own world, and we said hello. When I sat next to him, I felt the temperature rise. We weren't talking about anything in particular, but it was like we were sharing a secret. And then, damn, his hand brushed mine. It wasn't an intentional touch, but I felt a warmth run through my body. I saw something different in his eyes, as if there was a silent invitation.
We ordered some beers and started talking about trivial things, but we both knew there was something more to the conversation.
At one point, I leaned over to grab a bill that had fallen under the table, and that's when I saw it. Holy shit, man, Marcos's crotch was marked by an erection that was struggling to break free from its cloth prison. His cock, huge and thick, was throbbing under his pants, as if it were screaming to be released.
At that moment, I realized that Marcos' calm appearance was just a facade. Beneath that calm exterior, there was a volcano about to erupt. I sat back down, feeling my heart pounding and trying to hide my own excitement. I couldn't believe I was feeling this desire for a guy I had just met, but the truth was that he was driving me crazy.
As we continued to chat, my eyes would drift to his crotch from time to time, and every time they did, my breathing would quicken. I wondered what it would be like to feel that cock in my mouth, in my ass, inside me. It was a strange feeling, like I was about to do something forbidden, but at the same time, I couldn't wait for it to happen.
I knew I had to do something, make a decision, but I didn't want to ruin everything with one wrong move. So I gathered my courage and decided to let things flow, without forcing anything.
The tension in the bar was unbearable, and my cock was about to burst. I couldn't keep sitting there pretending everything was okay when in reality my mind was filled with images of Marcos and his huge package. So I got up, made up an excuse about going to the bathroom, and headed to that small cubicle that would be my temporary refuge.
I closed the bathroom door and leaned against it, trying to control my labored breathing. My rock-hard cock was begging for attention, so I unzipped my pants and pulled out my member, feeling the relief of having it free.
I started to masturbate slowly, imagining the scene in the bar, seeing in my mind Marcos's erection under his pants. Thinking about his cock excited me even more, and my movements became faster and more urgent. I imagined grabbing that cock, feeling its warmth and hardness in my hand, and then taking it to my mouth, tasting it, licking its length and feeling its flavor on my tongue.
My moans mixed with the sound of water running in the faucets of the other bathrooms. The image of his firm, muscular ass crept into my mind, and I saw myself grabbing it, parting his ass cheeks and licking his hole, tasting its salty flavor and feeling its soft texture on my tongue. I wanted to feel it all, I wanted to be possessed by this man who seemed so sure of himself.
The masturbation became frenetic, and my orgasm was close. My mind was filled with images of Marcos, of his body, of his cock and his ass. And at that moment, with a muffled moan, I ejaculated, feeling the pleasure run through my body as my semen splashed onto the bathroom wall.
I stood there for a few moments catching my breath, knowing that I had to return to the table, but also knowing that I would do anything to be with Marcos.
I walked out of the bathroom, feeling the heat on my cheeks and desire burning inside me. I returned to the table where Marcos, the enigmatic firefighter, was waiting for me with a smile that seemed to hide secrets. His dark eyes examined me, as if he could read my mind and know exactly what I had been doing alone.
Had he noticed my excitement? I wondered, as I sat across from him, trying to remain calm.
Did you enjoy a quiet moment? Marcos asked, his deep voice echoing in my ears.
My mind wandered for a moment, recalling the image of his erection under his pants. How could he be so sensual and provocative without even trying?
Yes, it was... refreshing, I replied, trying to sound casual, but my gaze betrayed my curiosity.
Marcos leaned across the table, his muscles tensing beneath his shirt. I'm glad you took a break. The night is young and we have much to discover.
His words were an invitation, a promise of pleasure that made me tremble.
Would you like a glass of wine at my place? I have a special bottle that I think you'll like, he suggested, his gaze locked with mine.
I couldn't resist the temptation. I'd love to, I agreed, relishing the idea of being alone with him.
We walked to his house in a silent dance, our steps synchronized as if we were connected by an invisible thread. The sexual tension between us was palpable, every glance, every sigh, was a caress in itself.
Entering his home, I felt enveloped in an atmosphere of mystery. The walls were adorned with mementos of his battles against the flames, each photograph a testament to his bravery and his mastery over fire.
Make yourself comfortable, he said, pointing to a leather sofa that seemed to invite relaxation. I'll get the wine ready.
I sat down, feeling the softness of the leather and the warmth of the room. I watched Marcos move around the kitchen, his athletic, muscular body moving with a feline grace. How could he be so sensual even in the most everyday gestures?
He returned with two glasses of red wine, its fruity aroma filling the air. We sat across from each other, our knees touching, the tension growing with every second.
I like the way you look at me, Marcos whispered, his dark eyes shining brightly. There's something about you that intrigues me, a desire that burns beneath the surface.
His words made me feel exposed, like he had read my mind and knew of my attraction to him. Was it possible that he wanted me too?
You intrigue me too, Marcos, I replied, my voice shaking. There's something in your gaze, in your aura, that draws me irremediably.
Our eyes met, and in that instant, the air was charged with electricity. The red wine slid down our throats, warming our bodies and fueling the fire within.
Marcos leaned towards me, his breath brushing my skin. Let me show you something, he said, his voice low and seductive.
He took me by the hand and led me into a candlelit room, creating an intimate and sensual atmosphere. The bed, covered with silk sheets, invited exploration and pleasure.
Do you like it? he asked, his gaze fixed on mine.
It's... magical, I replied, feeling my heart pound.
Marcos came closer, his body brushing against mine, and began to slowly unbutton my shirt, his fingers caressing my exposed skin. What was he doing? Was this fantasy or reality?
I like to discover you little by little, he whispered in my ear, his hot breath making my neck tingle. Every inch of your skin is a treasure I want to explore.
His hands moved delicately, revealing my naked torso, and his eyes rested on my nipples hardened with desire. What was he thinking? Would he notice my inexperience?
You're beautiful, he said, his fingers tracing circles on my chest. And I want you to feel desired, to give yourself over to pleasure without reservation.
His words made me shiver, and my body responded with a silent moan. How could I resist his seduction?
Marcos leaned down and kissed my chest, his soft, warm lips making me shiver. His tongue traced a path to my navel, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.
I want to feel you, I whispered, surrendering myself to his dominance.
With a mischievous grin, Marcos stood up and removed his shirt, revealing a sculpted, hairy torso. How could he be so perfect?
Now it's my turn to find out, he said, his eyes shining with a mischievous light.
His strong hands guided me to the bed, where I lay down, feeling the silk caress my skin. Marcos knelt beside me, his thick, erect cock showing through his pants, a promise of pleasure that made me want him even more.
Relax, let me bring you to ecstasy, he murmured, his fingers caressing my waist.
His words made me sigh, and my body surrendered to his will. Marcos leaned down and kissed my neck, his lips exploring every inch of my skin. How could he be so sensual and so dominant at the same time?
As Marcos kissed and caressed me, my body surrendered to his dominance, wanting to explore the limits of the pleasure he promised. His lips moved down my neck, down to my chest, leaving a trail of fire and desire.
You're so sensitive, he whispered, his fingers tracing patterns on my skin, making every pore tingle.
Her hands moved down my abdomen, brushing the waistband of my pants, where my cock throbbed impatiently. What would she do now? How would she bring me over the edge?
With slow, deliberate movements, Marcos unbuttoned my pants, freeing my hardened member. His gaze fell on my erection, his eyes shining with a mix of desire and satisfaction.
You're beautiful, he said, his voice husky and deep. And I want to taste you.
With surprising agility, she knelt between my legs, her face level with my throbbing cock. She looked into my eyes, silently asking for permission, and I nodded, surrendering to her will.
Marcos took my member in his hand, stroking it gently, making my breathing quicken. His lips closed around the head of my cock, his warm, wet tongue making me moan in pleasure.
Oh, God... I whispered, gripping the sheets to anchor myself to reality.
He began to move his mouth skillfully, up and down, creating a sensual rhythm that brought me to the edge of ecstasy. His hands moved up my thighs, caressing and massaging, increasing the intensity of the pleasure.
I love the way you feel, she gasped, her eyes shining with lust. Your cock is so hard and tasty.
His words excited me even more, and my body arched into him, seeking more of his expert mouth. My moans filled the room, mixing with the sounds of his mouth working my member.
Marcos knew exactly how to touch me, how to bring me to the edge without pushing me over the edge. His hands ventured to my entrance, a finger lubricated by my own arousal slipping inside me, making my body tense.
Relax, trust me, he whispered, his voice low and reassuring.
I let myself go, allowing her finger to explore my insides, paving the way for what was to come. Her mouth never left my cock, creating a sensation of dual pleasure that made me lose my mind.
Are you ready for more? he asked, looking up at me, his eyes shining with anticipation.
I nodded, unable to speak, my body begging for the union that was about to happen.
Marcos stood up, his erect cock pointing towards me, and positioned himself over me, his muscular body covering mine. I felt his heat, his strength, and his throbbing desire.
With a slow, deliberate movement, he pushed his cock inside me, penetrating my entrance with a firmness that made me cry out in pleasure and pain.
Fuck yes, I moaned, gripping his shoulders, feeling him fill me completely.
Marcos began to move, pumping his cock into me with a steady rhythm, his hips slamming against mine in a primal dance. His eyes closed, his face contorted into a mask of pleasure, and I knew he was enjoying the feeling of possessing my body.
You're mine, he whispered, his lips brushing my ear. My little whore, my treasure.
His words excited me even more, and my body responded with waves of pleasure. I felt every inch of his cock inside me, claiming me, marking me as his.
More, Marcos, harder, I begged, and he complied, increasing the intensity of his thrusts.
The room was filled with moans and gasps, our sweaty bodies moving in harmony, creating a symphony of pleasure. The feeling of his cock hitting my prostate brought me to the edge of orgasm again and again, but he knew how to control me, how to keep me on the edge.
I'm gonna cum, I screamed, feeling my body tense, ready to explode.
Marcos, with an animal growl, accelerated his movements, and in that moment, we both gave in to the climax. His cock throbbed inside me, spilling his hot essence deep inside me, while my cock erupted in an eruption of pleasure, splashing across our intertwined bodies.
We fell exhausted, our bodies still connected, our labored breathing filling the room.
That was... amazing, I said, my voice shaking.
Marcos smiled, his gaze filled with satisfaction. We've only just begun, I'll turn you into the little whore I've always wanted.
And at that moment, I knew that Marcos would make me discover an indescribable pleasure.
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