(Gabriel)
It was hard to do certain things to someone who was meant for me. I tried to hold back on the punishment because I didn't want her to hate me. I knew that she had still enjoyed herself, no matter the way she was begging me to stop.
I adjusted my pants as my d**k was still hard even though it's been half an hour since she left.
Just thinking about her and the things that I wanted to do to her had left me sporting blue balls the entire time. I could have taken a cold shower, but once I stepped out, everyone would be able to see the imprint of my c**k. It's not like I had anything to hide, I enjoyed having the ladies stare at me and wish that they could f**k me.
Some might be lucky, but that's only because I wasn't one of those fuckers who kept their virginity just to please the
