He couldn’t look away from the selfie, marveling at how the guy’s sculpted body looked even better in person. His eyes trailed down to the tight briefs, wondering what could be hidden from view. His breath caught in his throat as need surged through him, a promising first chapter in his Salinger-esque saga of erotic delight.
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The room was filled with the musky scent of our sweat, as I caressed and whispered my way across his muscled body. His lips parted as I kissed him deeply, exploring the delicious contours of his skin with my fingertips. I followed the ribbed contours of his abs to the arch of his neck, delighting in his moans of pleasure.
I feel my body surge with desire as my eyes scan the photo – his sculpted body, taut muscles, and inviting smile. His dark eyes seem to meet mine, sending a thrill of excitement through my veins like electricity. I can almost hear his inviting whisper, telling me to come closer and explore his heavenly temptation.
He laid spread-eagle on the bed, his toned physique gleaming in the dim light of the room and baring every delicious inch of his body. His jock selfies had promised all of this, and more – all of it waiting to be explored and savoured. I dared not speak, lest my fantasies break the spell.
The camera flashed with a new fervor as I twisted a selfie with my shirt unbuttoned, exposing my pert chest. I teased with my fingertips, running circles around my nipples until a sharp gasp erupted from my lips as I fell down the rabbit-hole into the world of intimate pleasure. I licked my lips in anticipation as my fingers explored the undiscovered terrain of my own desire.