transando com amigo na balada swing depois do glory hole
In the heart of São Paulo, the night was electric as we hit the Arabian-themed party at the hotbar. Dressed to impress, I found myself lost in the rhythm, swaying and shaking with my friends. As the clock struck three, the tension was palpable—we were on fire and craving more. Our group decided to take the party to a private room, and things escalated quickly. One friend started kissing my neck from behind, her husband exploring my body with his lips. I was overwhelmed, my senses heightened, every touch sending shivers down my spine. Then, strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me away. Pinned against the wall, I felt a powerful presence behind me. I reached back, my hand meeting a hard, eager cock. He thrust into me, and I moaned loudly, calling out for my partner who was lost in his own adventures. I arched my back, taking every thrust, the pleasure intensifying with each movement. Just as I thought I couldn't take anymore, the man behind me stepped away, making room for another. The night was a whirlwind of passion and desire, a performance of raw, unbridled lust. Could you imagine the thrill, the excitement of being the center of such intense attention? The room was filled with the sounds of our pleasure, a symphony of moans and gasps that echoed off the walls. It was a night unlike any other, a wild ride through the depths of desire. Who knew what the next moment would bring? All I knew was that I was living in the moment, and it was absolutely exhilarating!