His dick was as big as a slice of watermelon, but shaped like a thick cucumber. Juicy and ripe, it made me hungry with desire. I imagined what it would feel like, what it’d be like running my tongue up and down, tasting his flavor. My heart raced with anticipation, and I wanted it more every second.
Browsing: Masturbation
My hand caresses my cock as my eyes dance across the shades and planes of their hot bodies. It’s just me and them – I’m connected to them through the emotion of desire, my imagination fixated on the alluring lines of their form. I can sense the pleasure coursing through my veins as I feel them, virtually.
His eyes burned into me as I imagined what it would feel like to have his body pressed up against mine; my fingertips burned as I imagined tracing the contours of his sculpted chest and toned muscles. I felt the warmth of his breath on my skin as I leaned in and licked his delicious lips, my heat and need rising with each erotic motion.
His heart beat faster as his eyes flicked from one selfie to the other, his right hand gripping his cock, letting his fingertips take in the contours while his left hovered over them in a dance of desire. The pale moonlight bounced off their curves and he felt a growing warmth in his heart as his hand moved faster, racing towards the finish line.
His hand spread out and cradled his hard cock, squeezing and tugging at it until it twitched and writhed in anticipation. Ripples of pleasure radiated through his whole body as he thought of the hot porn he was watching at his PC. His long, graceful digits spasmed and fluttered around his member, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him with every teasing caress.
He watched the moonlight dance off his nipples as he touched himself, tongue tracing curves of skin that twisted and quivered as his hand slowly, sensually, brought himself to a shuddering climax. He reveled in the joy of self-love, a liberating feeling that tingled through his body like the electrical shivers of an aphrodisiac. He felt alive.
I drifted into a blissful bliss as I mapped his body with my eyes, exploring every glorious contour – the peak of his pectoral, the valley of his belly, the rise and fall of his biceps. My hands, now trembling with desire, eagerly followed. It was a mesmerizing journey of desire and pleasure that peaked with a single, blissful moment of release.
My eyes were glued to the screen, hypnotized by its mesmerizing images of an anonymous man begging to be taken. Excitement coursed through my veins as I unleashed desire onto the keyboard like an artist possessed, willing my hands to craft the perfect masterpiece, the ultimate fantasy. His moan echoed in my ears as his body shook in raw, uninhibited orgasm, proud and powerful.
He was a tall, leanly built guy with piercing blue eyes and sun-kissed skin. His shirt rode up from the effort of pounding the keys on his laptop, revealing a splattering of light chest hair that promised untold pleasures. His face was inches away from the guy on the other side of the screen, our hero’s own breath mingling with that of his cyber-lover. As they got closer, the only movement was the steady clicking of keystrokes. They were driving each other crazy. No wetness, no heat, just raw, titillating anticipation.
My breath grew short as my eyes danced across his body, fixated on his delicate frame and the curves of his tight biceps. His hand slid down his stomach as his hips thrust in perfect rhythm to the urge in my loins. I felt an electric spark emanating from his selfie, pulsing through my veins as I fought to suppress a moan. My heart raced as my hands slid down my chest, imagining it was his.