I can feel my desire rising, aching to be unleashed like the monster between his legs, enticingly displayed in his selfie. His big dick, glistening in the night, sending shivers of arousal through me, tempting me to unleash my own beast. Oh, sweet lust!
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The first time I saw his cock-selfie, an intense heat pulsed through me, vibrating with the promise of pleasure. His big, hard cock beckoned to me, begging to be awakened by my tongue, lips and fingers. His photo melted me, as if I had been captured in a trance of lustful abandon that only his touch could revive.
Glancing down at his lean body, I shiver, a million naughty thoughts running through my mind. He’s the hottest guy I’ve had the pleasure to encounter and I am infatuated with him. His nude selfies would be the only thing I think of when I close my eyes, longing for his tantalizing touch. I could not resist his seduction, and with just a few loaded words he had me under his spell.
He gasped and moaned, reveling in the sheer dominance and power of the muscle jock as his body became a playground of pleasure. His touch felt like a brand – scorching and endlessly arousing as the jock ravished him relentlessly.
The pool party was a blur of man-on-man pandemonium. The mass of hard-bodied, scantily-clad bodies converged in far-reaching expressions of passionate ardor fueled by the hot air of raging hormones. The smell of chlorine and the sound of desire filled the air. These men weren’t just here to swim, they were here to fulfill their deepest sexual fantasies.
He walked in the alley like a wolf in the night, his eyes sparkling with a hunger that could not be quenched. And when he met his soulmate, an undeniable passion ignited between them that could not be quelled. Together they explored the shadows, in a wave of hot homoeroticism that sent their bodies soaring and their souls soaring.
He shook me. Hard. His skin was ice cold. I swallowed and then tasted him. Hard and salty. His thighs trembled. I licked and sucked, exploring him inch by inch with my tongue until he let out a low moan, pulled me to him and groaned, “Hunter, oh God, Hunter.
He stared at the stranger. In the darkness, they could feel each other’s heat, see the way their bodies shuddered at each tantalizing touch. He moaned into the night sky, as his lover filled him with sweet cum – a mix of pleasure and pain, ecstasy and longing. Parker’s hot cum, the dark and sensual story of longing on the edge of the night.
The night was hot and humid in Sitges. My heart pounding as I strolled down the street, eyes seeking out the hung studs who eyed me with raw, undeniable hunger. I felt my body heat up as I breathed in the musky masculinity of the night. His tall frame lingered in the shadows, and I felt my throat go dry as I recalled all the carnal things I’d like him to do to me.
The bathroom mirror was fogged with my steamy breath as I pulled my tank top off and let my eyes wander over my body. Raising my camera, I let the flash ignite the moment as I embraced my homoerotic desire and captured what was before me. I smiled and basked in the moment, letting my thoughts of desire enmesh me as I took yet another selfie.