Come to Cupid (One Handed Holidays)

by G. Eilsel

Humans, for the most part, are really fucking horrible at attracting a mate.

All these idiots get their happy-ever-after, and I’m stuck running around with a constant hard cock and my fist the only relief for it.

It’s a curse, having a cock this big when you’re not allowed to use it properly.

She’s tall and curvy, her high-waisted jeans pushing a tiny roll of belly over the waistband. Her tits are the size of fucking cantaloupes—probably just as juicy—and her ass fills those pants like it’s trying to fight its way to freedom.