My lips quiver with delight as I explore his most sacred of places. His taste is divine, salty and sweet, exciting a symphony of pleasure in my soul with every passionate kiss and thrust of my tongue. It is an infinite journey of discovery, never ceasing in its rewards.
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He glided through the room like a panther stalking its prey, leather-clad and pulsing with raw sexual power. His wide, thick girth was ready to satisfy and his eyes were hungry to ravage. All who saw him lusted after his huge, hard member, ready to be explored.
He gazed long and hard at the screen, lost in mesmerizing reverie, as he watched the selfie dance before him, like a siren’s call to pleasure, stirring a longing that only a lover’s touch could satisfy. His mind raced with fantasies as his aroused body succumbed to the beauty of the young man onscreen. He longed to feel the strength and heat of the body beneath the selfie, the man he had only met through his screen.
Lost in a warm daze, we lay in bed scented with our intertwined sweat and sweetness. His body like a rose, vibrant, open, and beautiful beneath me. I shared every moment of this carnal afterglow, eyes closed and savoring the pulse of still desire. My eyes open to find his, deep and inviting, asking me to dive deeper. As our bodies recover in an embrace of lingering pleasure, I am blessed again with his beguiling smile.
He stood there before me, a vast portrait of maleness, his muscles taut, a delineation of sensual beauty in a sea of wanton abandon. His tight briefs clung to rounded buttocks, barely covering the abundant bulge of his tremendous manhood, his big cock achingly beckoning my touch.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t captivated and enthralled by the exotic enticing beauty of selfies. The way they awaken your hidden desires, stir something deep within and make you feel like a voyeur. Tints of arousal on my fingertips, I scan each hot boy’s pic and can’t help but imagine all the possibilities of what his body could offer.
He parted my lips with his wet tongue, exploring every crevice of my mouth with desire. His breath was hot on my skin as his hands explored my body, teasing each nerve to a fever pitch. I felt powerless, consumed by his touch and the heat growing between us.
Soft lips. Wet tongue. Fiercely devoted attention. Sean’s manhood a not-so-gentle reminder of how amazing love can taste. My hunger unbounded, his pleasure double-fold. A bond like this sealed with affection and body quakes – now ours in memory.