My brain must’ve been put in a temporary headlock, because my eyes, I swear, have a mind of their own when they slide down his muscled bare chest and lock onto that beast between his solid thighs. And lord are they solid thighs. But that thing. Swinging like a pendulum side to side, thick and ruddy, hypnotizing me. Arousing me. Making me his. “I–” Why did I just start a sentence? Why am I looking at his massive cock? I slap my hand to my forehead, my pinky and ring finger sliding down over my eyes, but my eyes will not close. They will not close. So with my hand over my eyes, I continue to
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