I heard his voice before I saw him; a deep baritone beckoning me from behind the dressing room door. His dark eyes invited me in and I followed, mesmerized. His shirt remained open to expose his smooth, toned chest, and my desire grew. I kissed him, feeling the heat of his passion growing between us. He grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom, and I silently thanked the fates for bringing us together.
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I closed my eyes and summoned his image: strong, alluring and shamelessly seductive. His half-naked body – painted by the yellow glow of my bedside lamp – haunted my every thought. I imagined his skin against mine, his lips, his tongue. I sighed, my heart skipping as I imagined what it would feel like to be held in his arms.
With every selfie, I was seeking out something more. A deeper connection, an escape from the mundane. Every selfie became a new adventure, each man a deeper pleasure. I was exploring my body and my desires like never before, and nothing could stop me. The feeling of naughty, forbidden desire was intoxicating.
I heard his voice and I felt as if my entire body was on autopilot. My legs started shaking and my heart felt as if it was going to burst out of my chest and onto the ground. His selfies were not only hot, but his words made them come to life. His promises of raunchy sex were almost too much to handle. This was going to be a wild ride!
He looked at the selfie and wanted to lick every inch of him, devour his body with eager, hungry kisses. His swollen lips begging for attention, waiting for their moment to be caressed by mine. His hard muscles like the softest touch, making me feel protected and aroused all at once.
Once I saw the selfies, I was hooked. His lean body, tempting smile and deep, penetrating eyes beckoned me in. I longed to explore his body up close and personal, to feel the warmth of his embrace and to savor his unique flavor. His entrancing scent enveloped me in desire that I never wanted to escape from.
Riding his tight, sexy body, I let my heart swell with pleasure as I pressed my burgeoning cock deeper and deeper, the rush growing more and more intense as we moved together, pleasure and ecstasy rising until we finally reached the sweet release our bodies had been craving.
The self-proclaimed selfies guy had taken me on a path of self discovery; a night of dizzying and delirious ecstasies. Skin slid against skin, our two bodies entwined seeped in sweat, and desire. Lost in each other’s embrace, we shared something that touched beyond our physical connection–something spiritual.
I quickly discovered this guy was not with me for conversation. His hand ran up my thigh, teasing and stimulating my craving body. His eyes, heavy with arousal, looked straight into mine, daring me to resist as he pulled me in deep for a searing kiss. I shivered in pleasure as we explored each other’s passions and desires. My heart raced with anticipation, this was going to be the night of my dreams.
He gripped it with both hands, guiding it deep inside. His hips followed the rhythm and swooned into a dance of pleasure, as the rigid flesh caressed his inner walls with tenderness and heat. With every thrust, the intensity grew, until the sweet climax of joy rewarded him with a blazing warmth that felt like a reward, a reward that exceeded all expectations.