But it’s the sight of his hand wrapped around his cock that undoes me entirely. Cum jets out of me, filling my underwear in a way that, if this wasn’t Keene, I’d be really embarrassed about. Part of me still is, but the filthy smirk that crosses his face when he must feel the warm liquid seeping through our clothes quickly turns embarrassment right back into lust. “Goddamn,” he marvels, still smirking as he works himself over. “Wrecked is a good look on you. Wrecked just for me.” He’s not wrong, though I doubt I looked nearly as wrecked as I feel inside.
