He’d be wanting me to push it into him and rub around, and push in more until his prostate got kissed by my cockhead. He’d be sagging on his shaking arms. Maybe he would rub his cock against the duvet. He would want it. He would want it. Oh, Christ. I catch the cum in my boxers, moaning as I step into the bathroom and just stand there for a second. Feeling deviant. Oh God, I am such a deviant fuck.
