His breathing grew shallow as his eyes glided across the images, going from man to man in a trance, his fingers stroking ever faster. Pulsations sent spirals of pleasure through his body as his joystick grown ever harder. He grunted as the crescendo built, until all his senses exploded in a cosmic burst of joy. It was his own personal pleasure dome, and it was as homoerotic as it was heaven.
Browsing: jerking
My hands moved to the steel of my zipper, finding home beneath its taut, cool texture. I unzipped it, and felt the pulse of life from below, vibrating to the heat of each selfie I pored through. My breathing quickened, each muscle tightening with anticipation as I felt the exquisite pressure in my loins intense, like a burning ember that begged to be stoked. I jerked, surrendering to the searing heat of each divine swell of flesh. All was a blur of beauty, as I moved in time to the beat of Selfie Heat.
It felt like a storm was brewing inside me, an electric heat that pulsated through my veins. His smoldering gaze emboldened me, and I gave in to the forbidden desire. With my trembling fingers, I fearlessly explored places no human hands had touched before. Intoxicated, I lost myself in a lustful ocean of sheer ecstasy.
The allure of clandestinely joining a group of men in the thick, shadowy atmosphere outside a locked door in the middle of the night filled with the promise of unbridled ecstasy— that’s the allure of the group jerk. Men come from miles around to revel in the release and sleep with each other’s cocks.