West stops in his tracks and drops to his hands and knees. His jeans stretch over the mouthwatering swell of his ass, and my brain immediately conjures up the image of him in the same position in nothing but a pair of white lace panties and a matching set of garters. My cock swells at the thought. “There’s hardwood,” he says. No kidding, I think, palming my erection. West grabs the edge of the carpet and rips it back effortlessly, exposing wood underneath. Oh, right, that kind of hardwood.
