Chapter 3
I’m sitting on the couch, watching a horror movie when Camden comes down the steps.I glance up from the couch and my eyes bug out when I see he isn’t wearing shirt and only grey sweatpants that hang low on his defined hips, showing a perfectly carved V that I know leads to a very big c**k.
I’m not sure what to focus on. His pecs, curved and muscular, or his abs, all eight of them, or the way his c**k swings against the thin grey fabric as he comes down the steps.
My eyes lock onto the bulge and a million different scenarios run through my head. I’ve never sucked a c**k, but I bet his would taste good. I want to curl my fingers around the elastic waistband and pull the sweatpants down and suck the crown between my lips.
Once I get a good rhythm, maybe he would take control a
