Chapter 15
He seduces me the next morning in my bed; rolls me onto my back, pulls the boxer-briefs away from my skin, ever so gently separates my legs, and mouths my c**k with his horny passion.
Half-asleep, I watch his head bob up and down on my morning post. I run a palm over his strawberry-blond head, gasp and groan with deep satisfaction, buck his throat with a few hip-thrusts, feel a wash of splendor race through my core, and explain, “I’m going to come.”
He pulls off and away from my c**k with speed. The mechanic jacks my beef up and down with four…nine…thirteen hand-strokes.
Bliss is discovered for me as sap fires out of my post and splats against my hairless chest. Ooze covers my Italian-colored pecs and their pointed n*****s. The gunk flies against my mouth, which I lick away,
