*Oliver*
When Harper disappeared into the bathroom, I thought my torture was over. Then, she reappeared and began lotioning herself.
My erection throbbed, uncomfortably bound in my silk boxers. I pushed them down my legs and sat on the edge of my bed where I could still see Harper putting on her show.
I knew she was probably doing her little song and dance to tempt me, and tempt me she did!
I wrapped my hand around my pulsing hard-on and stroked my heated, sensitive flesh. I moved my hand in time with the strokes Harper used to rub lotion on herself, fantasizing that it was her hand moving up and down my c*ck.
Grinding my teeth together, I held back my groan, moving my hand higher to brush the swollen head of my d*ck as soft and light as a flicking tongue.
With my other hand, I s
