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He ran a finger across the bald head of his hard-on as he gazed at the selfies. He lusted after the cut bodies, the bubble-butt of one, the toned chest of another, the shy smirk of yet another. Freud knew what he was talking about as he trembled with pleasure and erotic anticipation.

His hole was so tight and velvety soft, instantly igniting a burning desire in me to consume it fully. I seized his hips fiercely, thrusting into him with unchecked passion until I was able to reach the depths of his being and experience an intense pleasure I could only describe as divine.