Bristol lets out a low moan when she bites into her carbonara, and the sound brings me back to another moan that’s been stuck in the back of my mind ever since I heard it. My cock twitches in my pants as I zero in on the memory. Rewinding and replaying it, as I envision the video of Keene stroking his cock for me in view of the camera. Then my mind takes it a step further, pairing it with how soft I know his lips feel pressed to mine, or how the slight stubble of his jaw feels cupped in my palm from when we kissed all that time ago.
