One night with Eric hadn’t been enough. In fact, I was probably worse off now than I’d been before. Because now I knew for sure what it felt like to have Eric’s hands on my cock, his mouth on me. His fucking dick in my ass. Jesus. I couldn’t believe I’d let him do that. And not just let him, I’d begged for it. But the worst thing of all was that I wanted it again. Desperately.
