I closed my eyes and summoned his image: strong, alluring and shamelessly seductive. His half-naked body – painted by the yellow glow of my bedside lamp – haunted my every thought. I imagined his skin against mine, his lips, his tongue. I sighed, my heart skipping as I imagined what it would feel like to be held in his arms.
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He was a walking dream, so beautiful that it made me ache with desire from the first glance of his taut, toned body and tempting cock selfie. I could already feel his touch caressing my skin as his warm lips surrounded mine in an urgent, passionate kiss. I knew I had to have him, and I knew that if I did, it’d be a night I’d never forget.
My eyes roam the contours of his body, tanned and toned to perfection – my tongue tingles with the thought of tasting the smooth curves of his velvet skin. Every inch of him demands to be explored, and I shiver with anticipation as I picture his inviting warmth beneath me.
He felt his heart beat faster as he skimmed through the galleries of gorgeous selfies, vein-popping biceps, defined abs and tight asses so inviting he wanted to dive in without hesitation. He could almost feel their hands gliding over his body as he daydreamed, aroused and mesmerized like no other pic ever had before.
He was a temptation I couldn’t resist; his selfie were like a siren call drawing me in. His body was like a sculpture of perfection, his eyes beckoned me closer, inviting me to explore his secrets. I wanted to feel his hands on my body, slipping into me and awakening pleasures I’d only tasted in fantasy.
The jock was hot and hung and his selfie was a wild invitation to erotic desire. I felt my heart race and my cock pulsing as I imagined fucking his tight ass until he screamed my name in pure, gay ecstasy. I wanted to sink into his seduction and get lost in his warmth.
My tongue explored every inch of him, as I wanted to spread the pleasure evenly. His moans echoed off the walls as I focused on the soft underside of his jaw. I took in his scent, the musky smell of sex and sweat, my arousal increased as I grazed my teeth lightly over his goatee. His gasps intensified as I finally reached my destination, his gagging point.
I felt myself get aroused as I stared into his eyes, his lips pleading for mine in a single selfie. His body demanded attention, his muscles taut and tight with a seductive sexuality that called to me. His gorgeous eyes revealed a deep longing for something more than a simple photo – something wild, hot, and passionate – a longing we both felt and wanted to explore.
He eyed the photo each time he scrolled, wanting to believe what he saw. Clusters of sweet saliva dripping from his full lips were so inviting, he could almost taste it. His stiff silhouette, ready to be taken to pleasure, practically calling out to him.. His desire to fall into those inviting lips and surrender to the bliss kept intensifying with each pass.
With every selfie, I was seeking out something more. A deeper connection, an escape from the mundane. Every selfie became a new adventure, each man a deeper pleasure. I was exploring my body and my desires like never before, and nothing could stop me. The feeling of naughty, forbidden desire was intoxicating.