He lay there, eyes rolling back as his eyelashes fluttered. His body quivered in the throes of exquisite pleasure as I moved my fingers–not quite of their own volition–across the glossy image of his heaving chest and muscled abs. I was entranced. Here was my own little utopia, and I felt like I could spend eternity in that moment.
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My gaze lingered, my heart pounded and my desire surged as I admired the hunk’s selfie. His shirtless chest heaved with each breath, so deliciously exposed, my hard-on pushing against my jeans in anticipation. His body called to me, begging me to slide in and explore further, and as I dove into his gaze I knew I wanted nothing more.
I stepped closer, barely able to contain my arousal as I beheld the hot hunk’s full-body selfie, every inch of him begging me to dive in and explore. I silently lusted after his body, imagining what it must feel like to have him pressed against me as desire burned through my veins. Oh, the things I wanted to do with him!
The hunk’s selfie evokes the most purring of desires in me, a trickle of wild excitement coursing through my veins like a jolt of electricity to all the right places. His smoldering gaze pierces my soul, a promise of pleasure and endless nights of unbridled lust. I crave him like a drug, and he’s already given me my first electrifying shot.