Completely passed out, unaware and extremely erect, Garret was about to become my pleasure toy. But I wanted him again. Slow and deliberate, pressed against his body, against him. Just as I got to my room, I heard his voice. I checked the time: Three in the morning. But this was definitely tasty. I was ready, he was ready. A single, smooth movement, one leg on the bed, the other swinging over, one hand for balance, the other for holding him in place while my body easily positioned itself to accept him. It’s a guy’s night out right? “Crap, my panties!” Read 26181 times |
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He stirred. I was the one moving, but it felt as if it had control.
