The night was warm and inviting, the boughs of the trees bowed in a shimmering frame of our youthful beauty. We began with a slow, sensuous dance that quickly bloomed in bodies and movements. As we all came together, the intensity of our desire was palpable, and we let it grow as we explored each other with passionate abandon. The crescendo was a steamy, imaginative finale of group jacking off in which the fog of our collective passion mixed with the smell of the grass and the moonlight.
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He hunched over the keyboard, back arching in time as his fingers worked expertly over the keys, his ever-tightening grip speeding up and intensifying the rising pleasure that seemed to pulse through his veins until his very mind was alight with sensation. His body moved pleasure-stirred, as his jacked off and roamed with freed abandon.
Navigating a sea of cables, I finally found my bliss – a secluded terminal to explore my filthy fantasies. Fingers feverishly working the keyboard, my thoughts ran wild, fueled by my own crushing arousal. I soon found my release, a digital climax that felled me, trembling in, gripped in orgasmic rapture.
My thumb lightly grazed the surface of the glowing screen as I flicked through the flight of selfies of hot guys. Each ripple and muscular curve of their body made my heart race. Desire quickening with each step, I can’t help but let my mind wander as I free myself to pleasure. I’m amazed as my hand creeps to the waistline of my jeans, sending sparks of anticipation through me.
The selfie was hot, and my thoughts immediately went to dark places. The tiny glimpses of his chest and stomach hinted at the larger body hidden beneath his clothes, filling my mind with vivid fantasies. I imagined his thick cock pulsing in my hands, his moans of pleasure echoing from my bedroom walls as I sucked his lush lips. I could almost feel the heady intensity of his orgasm, my own mounting with it. Jacking off to his selfie became an out-of-body experience.
He started jacking off to selfies of hot guys. He was mesmerised by their beauty and aroused by their passionate eyes, as he imagined what it would feel like to have them pressed against him, skin to skin. He imagined their bodies grinding together in a beautiful and homoerotic ballet of pleasure.
The arousal of desiring him after just a few glances of his selfies was too strong for me to resist. I wanted to stroke his body with my hands and feel his hard, sculpted chest pressed against mine. My fantasies were hot and vivid; I lusted after his lips, tongue and body as I imagined myself soloing it up, jacking off to the self-expression of his burning sexuality and passion.
I spread my thighs, letting my hot breath and my fingertips trace the length of my most intimate path, my thoughts drifting off to images of his bulging biceps and teasing smirk from a selfie that he posted. I feel my whole body electrify and melt into pleasure as my fingers begin to circle and stroke, faster and faster.