He felt his heart beat faster as he skimmed through the galleries of gorgeous selfies, vein-popping biceps, defined abs and tight asses so inviting he wanted to dive in without hesitation. He could almost feel their hands gliding over his body as he daydreamed, aroused and mesmerized like no other pic ever had before.
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Sweat poured down my chest as I drank in the sight of his shirtless selfies – I desired his smooth skin and tight muscles, begging to be touched. Lips parted, heart racing, I felt a deep craving for his body heat – a thirst only he could quench.
My tongue traces the contours of his neck and shoulders, slowly inching its way lower–circling around his ample nipples, tangling in a soft sprawl of chest hair, and descending down the tight ripples of his abdominals. I find a gentle groan building inside me as I feel my way closer to the hard heat awaiting me at the core of his being.
He felt like a kid in a candy store, with a phone in one hand and his throbbing manhood in the other, eagerly awaiting to unleash the full force of his raging desire. One delicious selfie at a time, allowing the musky scents and sultry whispers of his fantasies to stroke the fires of his lust. This was the sweetest form of ecstasy he had ever tasted.
He was so beautiful, an erotic creature of the night. Unseen to the world, we were together in a sexual fantasy that was wilder than any dream I’d ever had. His body was on fire with desire, and my hands almost burned as I roamed him in a flurry of passion and excitement. Ours was a journey of pure pleasure and bliss.