“You want me to fuck you here, pretty boy, where anyone can hear? Want me to be buried in this sweet ass while I touch you? Is that what you imagined that day?” “Alek,” he groans, putting his palms on the stall as he thrusts into my hand. “Please.” “Please what?” I demand, ignoring my own hard cock. “Fuck me,” he says, meeting my eyes over his shoulder. “Please fuck me.”
