The mirror captured the perfection of my desire. His eyes met mine through the lens, a come hither look inviting me to explore the taut muscles beneath his smooth skin. I longed to trace the curves of his body with my trembling fingertips, for just a fleeting moment of sexual ecstasy with the man in the selfie.
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The air was hot and humid as I stepped onto the cobblestone street, winding my way around corners until I found myself face to face with a sea of Buccaneer boys. Tight, toned torsos in tight shirts and shorts filled my vision, and as I moved closer their promise of tight, hot cocks filled my imagination. I could barely contain the throb of desire pulsing inside me as I watched them work the night away.
Devouring his body with my eyes, I let my tongue marvel in the sights of his hot body – muscled chest, taut abdomen, and hard cock – his selfies of desire were almost too much to take in. I needed to taste it, so I let my lips caress and my tongue explore the pleasure of his skin.
He moved closer, and I swear I could feel the heat coming off of him like smoke. His eyes gleamed with pleasure as he caressed my face, tugging lightly at my lips as I moaned into his embrace. His kiss was scorching hot, and for a moment I thought I’d burst into flames and never recover.
His hand glided down along his muscled chest, sending shivers of pleasure across his skin. She watched him, mesmerized by the way he sank into the depths of pure delight, his broad back arching in sheer ecstasy. As she ran her fingertips along his spine, his moans only grew louder, inviting her to join him in his passionate descent.
He was a tall and handsome man, his body a sculpted work of art that begged to be caressed. I ran my fingers lightly down his taut skin, exploring every curve and contour. He smiled as my lips found his, our tongues dancing in a passionate embrace of pleasure.