“I think about it a lot, you know?” he rasps, his hand coming up to his chest to rub there for a moment as his eyes continue to greedily run over my body. “Think about how you’d look naked.” Tucking his lip between his teeth, his hand begins to slowly run down his stomach, the siren call I’ve been trying to avoid. “I wonder how big your cock is. I bet it’s huge. You look like you’re packin’.”
