He watched with rapture as the dripping wet man leaned forward and ran his hands slowly over his body. He reveled in the ecstatic sensation of every touch radiating pleasure that seemed to linger forever. He was in bliss, a bliss he shared through his selfies for everyone to see.
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My gaze lingered, my heart pounded and my desire surged as I admired the hunk’s selfie. His shirtless chest heaved with each breath, so deliciously exposed, my hard-on pushing against my jeans in anticipation. His body called to me, begging me to slide in and explore further, and as I dove into his gaze I knew I wanted nothing more.
Sweat poured down my chest as I drank in the sight of his shirtless selfies – I desired his smooth skin and tight muscles, begging to be touched. Lips parted, heart racing, I felt a deep craving for his body heat – a thirst only he could quench.
He was the epitome of hot – a muscled chest and arms, his tight t-shirt straining against his biceps, and those eyes – eyes that said he knew exactly what I wanted. I could barely contain my desire as I stared at his selfies, and as I touched myself I could feel my body trembling in anticipation. If only I could experience him in person.
His gaze scanned the camera. Sweat glinting on his abs, biceps tense, he tilted his pelvis to flaunt his shameless desires. Mine too. A potent electric fire racing through my veins, I slid my hand around his bulging cock, my own heat and arousal raging. His selfie was an ode to pleasure that only we could understand.
He sauntered up the stairs to his bedroom, his hungry eyes devouring every inch of the muscular stud in the photo. His hands yearned to feel the soft heat of those sinfully sweet lips. He ached for their bodies to be intertwined and he could almost imagine how the texture of his tight skin felt against his own. In that moment, he knew he was hooked.
Sitting in the shadowy corner of my bedroom, I perused the steamy selfies of these barely clothed, sexy guys that flooded my screen. My mind raced with possibilities, my heart raced with anticipation at the thought of what my stories could be. I couldn’t help but imagine the possibilities of these guys, and each image aroused me in a deeper, more tantalizing way. I was entranced in a world of my own erotic fantasies, and I wanted to share it.
Every time I see my guy’s selfie, I just want to jump on him, rip off his clothes, and devour him. My mouth waters and I can feel his full lips sucking me like a sweet, ripe stevia. His gaze, dark and intense, penetrates my soul. My desire for him burst out of me as I reach out for his juicy lips and the orgasmic sensation of our tongues intertwining.
My body tingles as I savor the selfie just taken in my bedroom. The lust in my soul is undeniable, watching my toned torso and tight abs in the mirror. I hunger for more and I’m aroused by the thought of knowing someone else could be admiring me just like I’m worshipping me right now.
The way he moves his body to capture the perfect selfie is an alluring dance. His head tilts and his gaze smolders fiercely. He brings the heat and the lust. The camera loves him and his photos capture his unbridled beauty. As I dryly swallow, I can feel a wave of unspoken desire between us and I yearn to kiss his lips and to feel his body pressed against mine.