My cock is stone-hard in my shorts. I absently pass my hand over it, and my balls begin to throb. GTG, I type. It’s getting late. SinnerThree: Uh huh. Feel free to review my pics while you’re relieving some tension in a few minutes. Christ. LobsterShorts: Get out of my head. SinnerThree: It’s not your head that I want. Sleep tight and dream of me, baby. Or sea slugs.
