He was tall and powerfully built, his arms and chest flexing with each move he made. I felt my skin warm as I watched him, my desire rising as I imagined exploring his broad body with my hands and mouth. Bigger is certainly better.
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I gazed deeply into his eyes, as if some spellbinding force had bound us together. His lips parted ever so slightly; a muffled plea for mercy – or so I thought. An overwhelming current of desire surged through my veins, sending shivers of electrifying bliss throughout my body. His irresistible plea was impossible to resist as I stepped closer, slipping into his world of provocative enticement.
He slipped his hand inside my jean pocket and lingered, arousal building in his touch. My jeans were tight against my taut skin, his fingers expertly tracing my body’s curves and contours, making my head spin. His lips burned against mine and our deep kiss was urgent and charged with energy, my body trembling with delight.
I take a deep breath and flick through his selfies. His toned, tanned arms stretched across my vision, my fingers aching to trace around his biceps and lower. The heat of his gaze cuts through me, my mouth goes dry and submissive as I drink in his beauty. I can almost feel the warmth of his smooth body against mine, his skin pressing against my own. I’m ready to let his touch take me away.