He stood there, smiling in his selfie, calling out to me from the phone screen, daring me to make it all real. To take his image, his beauty, his seductive form and turn it into an orgasmic embrace. His photo was the key to unlocking a passionate rendezvous, an intimate and lustful escapade of wild gay sex. I wanted to touch him, to kiss him, to feel his body against mine. I wanted it so badly and I could almost taste him on my tongue.
Browsing: Art
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.
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.
I felt my inner walls clamp tightly around the pulsing shaft, the veins like ropes, as my partner’s cum erupted into my depths. Hot spunk mingled with my owns juices, inflaming my desire to ever greater heights as we rode out the pleasure of each others hard ridges and glorious smooth curves.
His colossal manhood loomed before me like a figurehead on a galleon of pleasure. His velvety balls glistened a tantalizing invitation I couldn’t resist. With my heart pounding and my breath in my throat I waited with trepidation for the heat of his desire set ablaze.
I slip my hands beneath the leather of his jeans and feel the hard swell of his flesh beneath my touch. His breathe is a sultry sigh against my neck as he pulls me closer. Gust of motor oil filling the air around us as I push my body hard against his. Greasepaint Lust hits its peak as we find Heaven between his sheets.
My fingers were coarse and slightly rough, shivering against my soft skin as I trembled with anticipation. His touch ignited my skin with a craving for more, guiding me towards a night of explosive pleasure that I won’t forget. My body twisted and writhed beneath his as he explored me in ways I never knew existed. It was electric, and I was released from my mundane life to experience pure pleasure. I had never felt so completely alive.