He was everything I dreamed, his body lean and muscular, so tantalizing in his tight t-shirt, jeans and onesie. I could feel my breath stifling, my heart racing as I imagined unbuttoning his top, caressing his neck and whispering racy words. I had to have him, right here, right now.
Browsing: selfies
The pleasure was intense as I closed my eyes and ran my finger across the curves of the selfie. My hand racing lustfully down my body as I brought my hand to my throbbing member, and as I tensed, my body rippled in anticipation. I moved my fingers up and down as my voice carried out loud moans of pleasure flowing into the empty room.
I press my phone’s camera close and aim it just so, capturing the image of me from my best angle. I know my lips are full and delectable, my eyes hungry and inviting. I take an image of my body, of its curves in all its glory; I can almost feel my desire radiating out from the picture, into the world and to my lover, who awaits me.
My gaze scans the perfect expanse of his body. His muscles ripple beneath his skin, beckoning me to touch and explore further. His sinuous arms and broad shoulders flex invitingly. His stomach is taut, and his hips swell invitingly in his tight jeans. Lost in admiration, I indulge in a dark fantasy of tasting every inch of him. Unbridled, unrestrained desire assaults me.
He peeled the towel away, revealing each finely sculpted muscle – from the broad, square shoulders and strong, toned chest to the taut, curved cheeks of his tight ass. His eyes smoldered as the jock reached to grab his phone and snapped an impossibly hot selfie. He ached to rip the phone from his grip and press his body against his, just feeling that hard heat devour him, as the selfie set off a chain reaction of raw temptations and erotic fantasies.
He looked ruggedly handsome and intoxicatingly muscular, with sweat glistening on his skin. He stared into my gaze as I moved closer, and the chemistry between us was electric and palpable. We embraced in a passionate kiss, and I stepped back to gaze tenderly at him, feeling my craving for his body grow stronger. I’d never been more aroused.
He tore my gaze away from the photo, and I felt myself trembling with excitement. His lips descended onto mine, his strong hands exploring every inch of me. I wanted him in the most intense way, and I got my wish as my body was filled with pleasure and desire. His passion was unquenchable, making me forget the photo, though it’s beauty still burned in my mind.
He was like a drug, a fever that kept me itching and craving, a never ending loop of pleasure that kept me on the edge of fantasy and reality. With each selfie, his beauty and masculine charm left me breathless, but it was his wisdom and insight into my longing that made me come alive. Every glance, every smile, every touch felt like a blissful, unexplored journey that led me through the depths of his soul.
I watched the way the moonlight danced off his big bare chest, his magnificent muscles, and immediately felt an overwhelming urge of desire for this man rise inside me. His selfies revealed even more about him – his hard body, bulging biceps, and cavernous waistline – and my imagination flew wild with lust. Drawn to him like a moth to a flame, I just had to have him. I was ready for the wildest, hottest, most unforgettable night of my life.
I trembled as I undressing him, my heart racing as the anticipation of what lay beneath his clothing grew. His body begged to be caressed as I gently pushed the denim down, revealing every curve and contour of his exquisite form. I drank in the muscle and sinew with my eyes as I explored the mysteries of his body in a state of eternal desire.