I bite my lip and think of the latest thing that got me rock-hard. Big, brown doe-eyes flash in my mind. Her small face and plump lips. Her feistiness and the way she always yells at me. I imagine her small tits in those tight tank tops she always wears. The bruise I left on her. I see her on her knees in front of me, with her mouth full of my cum, and I hear the noises she makes when she pretends she doesn’t like the way I touch her.
