The thrill of connecting with a man in such an intimate way made my heart race. His soft fingertips brushed against my lips and my nipples stiffened under his expert hands. His touch was electric, and I felt my desire for him build with every passing second. We danced an exotic tango, full of passions and pleasure.
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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.
My fingertips tapped with swift grace, as if dancing with the keys of my PC. Surrounded raw masculinity had me intensely aroused, and as I started to unbuckle my pants, I was titillated by the thought of all the clothes coming off. I jerked and pumped, as though rising and falling on a see-saw with my partner. I could feel my sweat and my lust dripping onto my keyboards as I crested hot and wild toward orgasmic perfection.
The clickety typewriter keys blessed me with a unique backbeat. Throbbing below my right hand, my own rising symphony. Feverishly I pressed, rushing to complete my task, unconscious of my arousal until my hand was gazed upon. Straddling my lap, friend and enemy combined. I was lost within his hot, deep embrace–all I could do was moan my pleasure.