I couldn’t help but follow my yearning and stare longingly at the body of his, bared to me in all its glory. An eagerness built in me, heightening my senses to the point I could almost taste him on my lips, and the anticipation waited for no man.
Browsing: #nude
I could feel my heart racing as I perused through his nude selfies, marveling at the vision of perfection – rippling muscles, chiseled abs, and a gorgeous face framed by curly hair. His lips were slightly parted in his pictures, and I shifted in my seat as I imagined what it would feel like to kiss them. My eyes moved to the other pictures, and I was absorbed by the fantasies bubbling up from inside me. The anticipation of what could happen was an unwavering heat between my legs.
He was–what else could I say?–a beautiful work of art, all the way down to his smooth, slim waist, down to the soft, inviting contours of his perfect ass, illuminated by the sultry moonlight. My lips trembled with the anticipation of finding out what was hidden beneath his scant, sheer clothing. I wanted more than a photographic glimpse of his body; I wanted the real thing.
I trembled as I undressing him, my heart racing as the anticipation of what lay beneath his clothing grew. His body begged to be caressed as I gently pushed the denim down, revealing every curve and contour of his exquisite form. I drank in the muscle and sinew with my eyes as I explored the mysteries of his body in a state of eternal desire.