He moved in close, so that I could feel his body heat rising up like a current through my veins and tingles radiating in my toes. His skin was smooth, like silk, and his hands, large and firm, softly caressed me as we kissed. It was a beautiful experience, passionate yet tender, and I could feel his desire in every brush of his lips. For a moment, I forgot who I was and all of my worries melted away. This was what true love felt like.
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Parker approached me with a salacious smile, and I knew a long night was ahead as he tossed that big, hard load into my unsuspecting mouth. I swallowed the evidence of his pleasure, licking his length as if it was a priceless delicacy. He moaned in ecstasy and claimed victory over my masculinity as I succumbed to his desires.
His wrists were trembling as he touched thescreen, his fingertips like ghostly feathers as they brushed, delicate, over the curves and grooves of the selfie before him. In his mind he imagined himself as that man, kneeling between his legs and satisfying his desires. His fingers continued to quiver, stroking, until finally he allowed his momennts of pleasure to come to fruition.
He arrived in his tight black jeans and graphic tee, ready to explore the depths of his desire. I welcomed him with a knowing smile and we dove straight into the darkness we both craved. Our mouths and hands caressed each other in a flurry of concentrated stimulation, knowing exactly what the other needed. We were lost in our own world, exploring our most hidden fantasies until the air was heavy with our aroused moans.