Driving away after the encounter, I knew I could never erase from my mind the image of his perfect shape and form. His cock selfie was my ultimate aphrodisiac; a glimpse of something that should never have been seen – a voyeuristic delight.
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He awoke from his dream with the soft touch of a new lover still lingering on his lips. His eyes filled with wanton anticipation as he grabbed his phone and scrolled through silky selfies of hard muscle, glistening skin and, most excitingly, incredibly big dicks. The voyeur in him relished his lurid indulgence, his heart racing as he let his imagination take over and become lost in every carnal delight.
He’s standing there sweaty and glistening from head to toe in that tight shirt and those perfectly form-fitting jeans. I can feel my body heat rising as I imagine what it must feel like for him to wrap his big, thick cock around me and ride me hard until we both come undone.
He was barely clothed in the selfie; just a flimsy pair of boxers clinging to his taut, muscled body. As I stared lustfully into his eyes, a surge of desire shot through me. His look was pure, unbridled wantonness and I knew I had to have him. We shared a deep passionate kiss as I slide my hands over his body, exploring every inch of his perfection.
He stepped closer, his eyes burning with intensity as sparks of desire flew between them. His breath hot on his neck, his lips inches from his own. His hands trembling, he leaned in and his lips touched his, awakening a wildfire of pleasure. They both melted into a passionate embrace, their bodies electrified by a sensual connection. He shuddered as the sensation of passionate abandonment swept through him.
Mirror, mirror on the wall, give me a glimpse of my sensual desire. The smooth glass is seduced by my yearning, evoking a panting temptation that shimmers in reflection. His soft lips, tousled hair, and muscled body become a bright, inviting image, ardent and ready to devour.
He felt his heart beating wildly as his eyes swept across thescreen, absorbing every juicy detail of the hot boy’s selfie. His gaze lingered on the taut skin of the boy’s chest, tracing the lines of the hard body with a hungry longing. His fingertips ached to touch it, to feel the beauty of it beneath them. Suddenly, it was more than just lust — the heat of the desires boiling up within him threatened to consume him entirely.
He posted a new selfie, and he’s so hot I just had to let it out. His body is a work of art, and it makes me insanely aroused. His tight abs and biceps ripple beneath supple skin, and I can only imagine what his touch would feel like against my own. His perfect lips beg to be kissed, and I’m ready to oblige.
My mind and body ache with desire as I feel my eyes pierce through the pixelated perfection of his selfie. His tight body, chiseled chest, and bee-stung lips , all just mere inches away from my fingertips. But for now, his simulacra will suffice and I can only imagine what it would feel like to be embraced in those muscular arms.
He slid his tight-fitting shorts down, flaunting his provocative package. He stared at me with hunger in his eyes, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. I felt my heart racing as I traced the curves of his body through his thin fabric. His smoldering gaze sent a wave of heat through my body — and I was hooked.