Encounter with the Caribbean Poseidon
Added 2024-02-07 21:22:00 +0000 UTCI escaped to the most secluded nudist beach in El Hierro, seeking the solitude of paradise. There, among the breeze and the sound of the waves, he appeared, a Dominican stallion defying gravity with his manhood. With cropped hair and a goatee, his figure was imposing: a stallion that broke the silence with the rhythmic swing of his belly, which hung hairy, imposing, like his enormous attributes.
What was most impressive hung between his legs: his cock and balls, like two ripe coconuts swinging to his knees, built a bridge between the Americas and the Canary Islands. And there I was, camera in hand, thirsty to immortalize his living statue. He looked at me intently, with a smile that foretold the deal. He posed on the shore while the sun set its glow at his feet, as if Poseidon himself blessed the scene.
But as in the ancient myths, an offering had to be given. After the photo, his proposal echoed in the air, one that I could only answer by kneeling in front of him. He looked at me with those eyes full of vigor and anticipation, his hand resting on my nape inviting me to 'finish the job'.
Whispers and waves intertwined as I embarked on the task. That dominant dick took ownership of my mouth, cutting off my breathing and filling every corner of my being. And with every movement and groan, the world blurred; only he and I existed, with the ocean's sway as the only symphony, and the salty taste of his masculinity filling the air.
