Crouched on my bed, I can’t help but admire the gladiator-like figure of this hunk of man that confronts me through his selfie. Hot damn. His rock-hard abs were even more impressive in the flesh, made all the more delicious by his lingering gaze. I can’t take my eyes off him: a real-life Adonis that I know I absolutely have to make mine. I hungrily attack his lips, his skin, and he responds eagerly. His muscular, strong body matches mine move for move. Yes, indeed: a selfie of this jock is definitely worth two in the bedroom.
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My eyes wander over the tanned, toned perfection of his body like a hot summer day; sweat glistening on the curves of his deltoids, rustling of polyester as he shifts in bed with a languid flip of calf. His hands, holding his phone, tease an invisible pleasure deep within me, and it’s suddenly so much more than just a picture.
He moaned in pleasure as I took him down one by one, grabbing his jock, licking him, devouring every inch of his hard body. I wanted to taste his sweet jock loads that so many desired. His eyes rolled back as I licked them off, savoring every salty drop that teased me with its forbidden pleasure. I had 25 jock loads and a twink to thank for the best night of my life.
He flexed his hung and hard muscles, the sweat on his velvety skin making them glisten in the glowing light. His breathing slowed, each exhale more charged than the last as my eyes lingered on the contours of his body. His passion exuding, I ran my tongue along his taut skin and indulged in his piquant aroma, my arousal heightening with every heated glance.
I ogled Jock’s selfie, his toned-body and tan skin gleaming in the light. I wanted to gaze at him forever, to strip him naked and caress his body until we melted into just a heap of ecstatic lust. His eyes weren’t so easily forgotten and I had to act fast before they hypnotised me. I reached out my hand and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his smooth, tight muscles. I shivered as I ran my fingers along the contours of his body.
He was the most sensuous, exotic creature I’d ever seen – his muscled body an offering of smooth skin, chiseled ridges & tight curves. We indulged in a night of passion, exploring each other’s bodies and emotions in an explosion of erotic pleasure and lust. I will never forget my night with that muscle god.
He was tall, muscular, and clad in his military uniform; I was enamored. I walked him to my bedroom, where we embraced & kissed ardently. Before I knew it, my shirt was on the floor & my trousers too. We tumbled into the bed, his tongue probing every inch of my body. It was the moment I’d both longed for & feared. This straight military jock & I – together in a glorious, sexy fulness, & nothing could ever replace that.
He walked in. Tall, broad, and impeccably built. His tight jeans hugged his athletic body like a glove, his toned torso revealing a scant, musky hint of male heat and desire. He radiated raw sensuality, hung hard and ready like something out of an erotic daydream.
He was a jock, golden-skinned and built like a god. His selfie was filled with machismo, raw and unapologetic, but what made me really drool was the smirk on his face. He knew I wanted a piece of him, and he was happy to oblige. His sculpted body drawing me in, his smirk reflecting my own desire. I knew I wanted to devour him.
He ravished me in the penthouse like a wild animal. His muscular body filled the room with a blazing heat that caused my emotions to run wild. His kisses were deep and passionate, his touch electric–I had never experienced anything so carnal and erotic in my life. I was no longer in control…I let him take my body and ravish it until I was left in utter bliss.