His bindings tightened against his toned body, squeezing and pushing his musculature into perfect contours. His speedo was strained by the burgeoning bulge beneath, awe-inspiring and arousing. His silhouette eliciting desire and passion that promised even greater pleasure when unveiled.
Browsing: erotic art
His selfie stirred me, the sultry curve of his lips, the blaze of his gaze, the hard muscled contours of his body. Each time I looked, I felt an urgent desire that pulsed through me like wildfire, igniting my blood and shaking my soul. This was more than a visual foxhole. This was a feast for my imagination.