"I watched him begin to work his hand up and down, and then I watched his face. His eyes remained closed, and there was a tiny furrow between his brows, the mark of concentration mixed with pleasure as he quickened his pace. I wondered what he was thinking. Was he seeing me in his mind's eye? Did he imagine himself fucking me, or was it someone else? Whose thighs did he stroke? Whose mouth did he penetrate with his cock?" Want to know what happens next? |
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