He felt his heart beat faster as he skimmed through the galleries of gorgeous selfies, vein-popping biceps, defined abs and tight asses so inviting he wanted to dive in without hesitation. He could almost feel their hands gliding over his body as he daydreamed, aroused and mesmerized like no other pic ever had before.
Browsing: selfie
The jock was hot and hung and his selfie was a wild invitation to erotic desire. I felt my heart race and my cock pulsing as I imagined fucking his tight ass until he screamed my name in pure, gay ecstasy. I wanted to sink into his seduction and get lost in his warmth.
My tongue explored every inch of him, as I wanted to spread the pleasure evenly. His moans echoed off the walls as I focused on the soft underside of his jaw. I took in his scent, the musky smell of sex and sweat, my arousal increased as I grazed my teeth lightly over his goatee. His gasps intensified as I finally reached my destination, his gagging point.
With every selfie, I was seeking out something more. A deeper connection, an escape from the mundane. Every selfie became a new adventure, each man a deeper pleasure. I was exploring my body and my desires like never before, and nothing could stop me. The feeling of naughty, forbidden desire was intoxicating.
He felt his cock stir as his fingers gently slid over the teensy bulge in his shorts. His eyes stayed mesmerized on the dream boy’s selfie, and he could feel his skin flush as his mind filled with burning desire. Whatever was going to happen between him and this hot stranger in full centigrade? He wanted to find out, his hunger for the unknown swiftly overpowering him.
He posted a new selfie, and he’s so hot I just had to let it out. His body is a work of art, and it makes me insanely aroused. His tight abs and biceps ripple beneath supple skin, and I can only imagine what his touch would feel like against my own. His perfect lips beg to be kissed, and I’m ready to oblige.
My mind and body ache with desire as I feel my eyes pierce through the pixelated perfection of his selfie. His tight body, chiseled chest, and bee-stung lips , all just mere inches away from my fingertips. But for now, his simulacra will suffice and I can only imagine what it would feel like to be embraced in those muscular arms.
He slid his fingers against mine, as if creating music with our touch. His eyes followed me, dark and alluring. His lips turned up into a sly, sexy smirk as he shifted closer. His scent filled my every breath, until I was lost in pleasure. As we lay together, I felt pure rapture, as if our souls had become one.
The first time I saw his cock-selfie, an intense heat pulsed through me, vibrating with the promise of pleasure. His big, hard cock beckoned to me, begging to be awakened by my tongue, lips and fingers. His photo melted me, as if I had been captured in a trance of lustful abandon that only his touch could revive.
He reached for the camera, desperately trying to capture his most private desires. The way his body desired another body beneath the sheets, the way his fingers were meant to explore. Every curve of every moment, burning like a slow fire, lit up into a hot night of selfie-taking that would later burst into flame in his chest.