Lip curled, hips clenched, I slide further into his Massage Chair. His phone hums as I suck in the erotic selfies. Heat courses through my body as I breathe in and out – eyes closed nostalgically, he is everythin I crave.
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He parted my succulent lips with his thick, monstrous shaft, pushing through the slippery walls of my petite depths. With each passionate thrust, I embraced and surrendered to his glorious girth, feeling my body stretch to its limits and cry out in pleasure.
He holds his phone up, staring into his own eyes; the light glimmering off the edges of the glass against his perfect bronze skin. He runs his index finger along the lower lip of the reflection, feeling his own electricity as his eyes catch the bulge of his jeans between his thighs and the heat of his lust catches fire.
He cursed his own vanity for leading him to such an unlikely encounter. But those toned muscles, burning green eyes and that cutely coy smirk visible in each selfie– surely they had to be real. And yet here he was, slipping away into the night on a daring yet thrilling journey of self-discovery, on this night of mischievous online flirtation, captivated by his own hard gaze and devilish smirk.
Sweat trickled down my spine with anticipation as I studied the selfie, my gaze tracing the curves of his lean body. My fingers tightening around the phone, I felt my skin flush and my heart pulsing with desire. The prospect of a night of passionate delights was within reach. I could already feel his lips tasting mine, his skin pressed against me, guiding me to erotic heights.
He gazed at himself in the Lara. Tears of passion blurring his vision, desire skyrocketting. His shirt now unbuttoned, exposing his bare chest, his long fingers intricately tracing his nipples. His deftness coaxing out his pleasure – a deep aching, quivering building in the pit of his stomach. He felt himself on edge, ready to succumb to ecstasy.
My eyes fall upon the handsome face of the muscular stranger that stares invitingly through the lens of his selfie camera; I can almost taste the unmistakeable flavor of his raw, unfiltered lust. His half-open lips, begging to be pressed against mine, alert me of an insatiable adventure of pleasure ahead.
I stood there lost in reverie, my eyes devouring the two hot hunk selfies, each one hotter than the next. I felt a fire of lust sizzle beneath my skin, sending pleasure coursing through my body like a wild and wanton wave crashing upon me. It reminded me of the hot and heavy moments between us — daringly erotic, blissfully sexual, indescribably passionate.
My hands glided over his chiseled body, devouring every bit of his smooth skin. I was almost drunk with desire as I remembered gazing at his abs in that selfie that awoke my raw, deeply-hidden homosexuality. Everywhere I touched, I felt tingles of pleasure. His trembling breaths increased and his breath was hot as our lips finally met in a passionate, erotic kiss. I was completely in his thrall.
My eyes played me as I looked in the mirror; my breath heaving harshly as if I was experiencing a heightened euphoria. I stared, hypnotized, admiring the patch of soft but hairy love hidden beneath my tight underwear. I’m aroused, spellbound, seduced; and I’m about to experience the unthinkable pleasure of self-indulgence.