Jack
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Tracy stared at me. “Oh, I forgot you’re a man,” she said, “you would most likely prefer beer.”
Before I told her I didn’t mind, she turned to the fridge. She bent over to reach for two bottles of beer, her nightgown inching higher.
I swallowed, my eyes hoping to see more.
She handed me a bottle of beer and sat beside me on the couch, the fabric of her gown gliding dangerously high.
My eyes followed her movement, the way her slender fingers opened the can of beer, the way her full lips clamped at the edge in the most seductive manner.
I imagined how more beautiful they would look around my c**k. The thought sent a tingle down my spine, and I quickly took a sip of the beer to swallow the hunger.
Tracy glanced at me through the corner of my eyes, her face filled with some
