FGL-21 Come Naked to My Arms, Gentle Savage

Excerpt

The handsome copper-bronze body writhed in the brightness of the mid-summer sunlight on the mossy stream bank. Long, braided black hair scintillated iridescent sparks of light as the strained, handsome dark face rolled from side to side in the intensity of the moment. Long, beautifully shaped hands worked in a frenzy… right hand pumping teasingly up and down the powerful, thick length of his big, throbbing, rock-hard prick; left hand rubbing, rolling, kneading the heavy burden of huge balls tight against his cockbase.

His chest heaved, his hips rocked as he jerked himself steadily closer to the precipice of pleasure, from which he would plunge helplessly as he felt the hot, spurting jets of sweet, thick honey burst from the pouting lips of his great, deep rose-violet cockhead.

Eyes squeezed tight shut, Whispering Willow created erotic pictures of his tribal brothers, majestic in their proud nakedness, mingling together in abandoned mating in leafy bowers along the rolling, sunswept hill of the countryside. He licked his parched lips as he watched against closed eyelids the lunging, slamming penetration of feverish pricks into eager, receptive mouths and assholes.