“Your five minutes are up,” I whined when he started ripping open his jeans. It was a weak attempt to resist him at best. “Not quite,” he said with a cocky twist of his lips before shoving his jeans down his thighs and revealing his thick and veiny cock. He was already leaking pre-cum at the tip. I let my gaze travel the length of him and knew I’d feel him long after he was done with me.
