The huge dick lay before me like a stretch of creamy coastline, it’s semi-hardened state proving a playground for my eager tongue. My body buzzing with delight, I sloshed my tongue around the salty mushroom head before feeling a surge of warmth and pressure as his cum started to fill my awaiting mouth.
Browsing: Nudity
He looked me up and down as I undressed for him on the beach; his gaze lingering on my body as I revealed my ‘big dick selfies’ to him in the moonlight. I could feel his desire to have me, and I yearned for his touch. His eyes said it all, and I was ready for a night of unbridled, extreme pleasure.
His gaze scanned the camera. Sweat glinting on his abs, biceps tense, he tilted his pelvis to flaunt his shameless desires. Mine too. A potent electric fire racing through my veins, I slid my hand around his bulging cock, my own heat and arousal raging. His selfie was an ode to pleasure that only we could understand.
His selfie stirred me, the sultry curve of his lips, the blaze of his gaze, the hard muscled contours of his body. Each time I looked, I felt an urgent desire that pulsed through me like wildfire, igniting my blood and shaking my soul. This was more than a visual foxhole. This was a feast for my imagination.
He stood there naked in the glimmering sun, his face aglow with an inviting aura. I wanted to drink it in before it disappeared. He turned, revealing his beautiful physique, the curves of his body beckoning me to join him on an erotic journey. His unabashed selfie promised a night of passionate pleasure, a tantalizingly of blissful intensity.
My eyes take a dangerous dive deep into the depths of desire as I undress him with each errant exchange. My desires are hot, electrifying, and raw. As I take in his body, his soul, my own become one with his. Our breaths merge and I find myself lost in the sheer pleasure and joy of him. Our surrender to the moment – naked, vulnerable and open – evocative of our finest fantasies. Will I ever be able to forget his voice trailing off into delicious nothingness?
I can’t ignore the electricity that courses through me when looking at his picture. His bare chest is exposed, showing his soft and hairy body. My pulse quickens and I can feel my groin tightening, aching with desire as I imagine what it would feel like to caress and kiss him. His perfect form – a twisted, tantalizing mix of masculinity and softness.
Crouching as if ready to pounce, I cracked open the envelope with my prize: a nude selfie of him, his body hot and ready, eager to be explored. I licked my lips with anticipation, aching for even the slightest taste of his silky, auburn skin. As my fingertips gently caressed each inch of his body, I felt the same electricity of a salacious Salinger striptease.
Reclining in bed, I watched him strip, savouring each sensuous reveal, my mind reeling with want. His strong body drew me in, and as he stepped towards me I forgot everything but my desire. I trembled as I felt his body against mine, my heart pounding as his passionate caresses explored every secret meadow of my skin.
That night I lay in bed, fantasizing over the hot selfies. His muscular body, perfect lips and striking eyes had me aroused in an instant. I imagined him above me, his hard chest searing against mine as he took me in passionate embrace, his tongue exploring my mouth with unrestrained lust.