I feverishly run my fingertips along the naked body of a dream boy I had been lusting after for days. His perfectly sculpted abs and toned thighs begged for me to touch them, and I eagerly obliged. I can almost feel his heat through the photo as I take in his bulging biceps and lick my lips imagining what our night could bring.
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I slipped my hand into his tight bulging jeans pocket, and felt a powerful stirring as his hardness pressed against my fingers. His eyes twinkled with pleasure as I uncovered the forbidden beauty of his hottest dream boy selfie; his perfect body and tantalising curves begging to be explored. I was seduced, my mind afire with anticipation, ready to let him envelope me in a passionate embrace.
My thoughts turned to a dreamy boy with smooth skin, chiseled abs, and lips that promised pleasure. His selfies transported me into a realm of pure, hot desire, begging to be explored. I thought of all the unbounded ecstasy I could experience, my body aching from the pleasure of touching his tight, toned form. I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in his velvet embrace, to feel his burning ardor against my skin.
The sun peeked through the curtains, inviting warmth as I lay in my bed, a dreamy haze over me. With rapt attention, I scanned the sexy selfie of the dark-haired hunky boy, hovering my thumb over his face, tracing the curve of his lips. My heart raced as my imagination ran wild with hot, steamy fantasies, my desire for him growing with each passing second.