I stared at the empty space he had just vacated, my body reaching out to him, wanting to go after him. However, I remained in my spot, inhaling his lingering scent.
His image had been ingrained in my brain, and now they displayed it in front of me like a slideshow.
He was lean from barely eating, but his muscle still filled itself in the right places, and his thighs were thighs enough to crush me.”
And goddess, his c**k. They hung limply between his thighs, pulled down by gravity, and cocooned beside them were his balls that made my throat water.
I knew they were smooth and silky, especially with the beads of water clinging to the organ, and a drop hung at the tip just begging to be sucked.
I swallowed hard as the image overtook my brain, pushing out every other thing, and my n*****s
