My stomach muscles tighten and despite being tired and sore, the only thing I can focus on is how much I want to come. And Preston Carmichael. The dark gray eyes that pierce me when he looks at me. The carefully cut and styled black hair and muscled build I know is under his clothes. I hate that he’s hot. That I want to feel him against me. My dick leaks precum at the image of him holding me down, losing some of that control he holds so tight to while he fucks me.
