“Nice is how I’d describe that cock I saw last night,” she grinned as she looked at Mark’s pants and saw the outline of his hard cock through his pants. Maybe it’s best if you leave.”
“Well if that’s what you want,” Mark said very confused. I’m sorry. Mark told Erica about his job, where he was from originally, and hobbies. “Things were going so well,” he thought. She reciprocated and said the restaurant job was just to fill in to help pay the bills, that she had an office job too that wasn’t a career job, but good enough for now. There… On the drive home he saw a restaurant he’d been to a few times and told himself a burger and a beer would be good right now. “Well shit,” he thought. She still had on the jeans but had changed out of her work button-down into a t-shirt.
