He leaned in close to me, hooking his thumbs in the sides of my jeans and whispering in my ear, “let me show you what I can do when I see hot guys in their selfies…” His dark eyes smoldered, his lips twitched and I felt my insides quiver as I braced myself for the pleasure that was about to be unleashed.
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My body aches for his heat as my mind races with thoughts of his lean, muscular torso…of the way I imagine running my hands over his sinewy skin as he looks over his shoulder with a smoldering gaze. I imagine his inner fire accompanying me as I squirm with delight in anticipation of what pleasure our bodies will soon perform.
I couldn’t help but crave something more from his glistening, veiny perfection. His muscular thighs parted just so and I couldn’t resist trailing my fingers down his milky hips to where his firm cock lay, yearning for my embrace. I leaned in and confessed my purest desires, one that he eagerly answered. With an eager smile, I scooped his eager dick in my hands and said, “Let’s make my dreams come true.
I caress his pictures, my heart racing, as I drink in every sensual detail of his tight, toned body. He’s caught in his own little private paradise, wearing nothing more than an inviting smile, his nipples hard as pebbles. My imagination takes flight and I am with him, kissing, embracing and exploring, lost in a sea of our own ecstatic pleasure.
He slides his hands along her curves, across her waist and around her hips, tracing each dip and swell with magnificent finesse. He savors how her body stretches and grows beneath him as they passionately explore the power of making love in their own way – their own size – and feeling bigger, together.
He eased his lubed fingers onto my tailbone, caressing me with a tenderness that burrowed into my innermost sacs and sent ripples of pleasure cascading through me. As he began to massage the area around my rosebud, I felt my body hum with delight. His gentle circles sent waves of pleasure rocking through me, each echoing through like a pulsating symphony. His touch was exquisite.
He gazed at himself in the Lara. Tears of passion blurring his vision, desire skyrocketting. His shirt now unbuttoned, exposing his bare chest, his long fingers intricately tracing his nipples. His deftness coaxing out his pleasure – a deep aching, quivering building in the pit of his stomach. He felt himself on edge, ready to succumb to ecstasy.
He squeezed my biceps as he pulled me closer, and I could feel my muscles tense under his grip. I could smell that delicious musky smell that only a man can produce. His eyes were feasting upon me as if I was a piece of artwork, and I began to melt under his stallion-like gaze. We both knew this was leading somewhere; somewhere beyond just muscle worship.
My fingers move in anticipation, tracing the contours of my phone’s interface as I scroll through the images, each one more captivating than the last. I’m in awe of the huge cocks that stare boldly and boldly at me, equally inviting and tempting me in for a closer look. My heart races as I take in the sheer artistry in each photo, my eagerness escalating with every image.
As I look through the pics of his sun-kissed, nude body, my heart races with excitement. The feeling of his smooth skin sliding across mine is all I can think about. His fingertips delicately trace every curve and crevice and I can feel my arousal growing with each passing second. I move closer and closer, wanting to feel his warmth, his touch, his love. I want him to touch me with his nude selfies.