Two days wasn’t enough time for me to get used to having Brax in my house, but it was enough time for my dick to take a very keen interest in his naked torso. I’d quickly discovered that Brax didn’t like shirts. He’d joked at dinner the night before that he would rather be naked but knew that wouldn’t go over well with most people. No matter what societal norms or my brain said, my dick hadn’t gotten the message and I’d had to adjust myself under the table. Even the horror of finding one of my pacifiers on the coffee table the morning before hadn’t been enough to make my dick behave for more
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