I inhale a ragged breath, trying not to react to his nearness as he crowds my back.
Desperate to break the spell that is falling over me, I step to the side and turn around, my mind already forming a sarcastic retort about not needing to see it again.
The words die in my throat as I realise that I’ve made a terrible mistake.
The older man is standing directly in front of me now, hands on his hips, on full display to my traitorous gaze. His d.ick is already stirring, his length thickening, as I stare at it, lips parted. A stray pearl of precum beads from the tip, glistening in the light, making my mouth water, as a moan claws its way up from my chest.
Dear God, I need to get out of here!
‘I . . . I’ll let you get dressed’ I stammer out, my voice an octave higher than it should be, ‘I’l
