My wish was granted and I found myself alone with the object of my desire. His selfies didn’t do him justice; his body was a work of art in every dip and curve. Desperate to taste every inch, I melted against him and eagerly explored his forbidden places.
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The temptation was too great for me not to look. He was the epitome of masculinity – a bronzed god of pure beauty. As I allowed my eyes to linger over each contour of his body, his raw power and sensuality stirred something deep inside me. I’d never felt this way before. I was aroused and I was not ashamed.
The camera flashed with a new fervor as I twisted a selfie with my shirt unbuttoned, exposing my pert chest. I teased with my fingertips, running circles around my nipples until a sharp gasp erupted from my lips as I fell down the rabbit-hole into the world of intimate pleasure. I licked my lips in anticipation as my fingers explored the undiscovered terrain of my own desire.
He sighed deeply as he imagined the slick, musky taste of his partner’s skin rushing down his throat. His eyes closed, his breathing quickened and his hand edged closer to his hardened member as he fantasized about the hot bod awaiting him. For a moment, they were closer than ever.
I watched as he posed in the shadows, thrusting those hard-edged hips, with that flirtatious smirk, offering an open invitation that I couldn’t resist. I savoured the heat radiating off his tight body and gorgeous face, perfect for the kind of erotic adventures I’d been craving. As I approached, I heard his breathy whisper, begging me to be his, and my heart raced as pleasure surged through me. His selfies had entranced me, and his lips were thirsty for me.