Then he drags my hand under his kilt and wraps it around his cock. Jesus, he’s hard. I can’t help the way my hand just latches on. I gasp and I want to pull away only, only…that’s him down there. I don’t want to pull away at all, not when there’s seven feet of purple beefcake smoldering at me with those golden eyes. Fuck, he’s horny, and I’m horny, and Mike is just over there.
