Titus
This woman is f*****g killing me.
I mean, seriously. I might die. Not just the stretching part, although that sucks. I’m a wolf, though. Indestructible. It may hurt now, but I’ll recover in twenty minutes. No, it’s the f*****g c**k tease.
I have little Miss Yogi wrapping those heaven-scented hands around my hips—so close to my d**k—and there’s only one thing running through my mind.
Pound. Her. Hard.
I have an urgent need to get the woman on her knees and show her the best use for that stretchy lithe body.
And the worst thing is every time she walks anywhere near me, guiding us with that sing-song voice of hers, I get a half-boner, which is really f*****g hard to hide in these gym shorts.
This is pure agony. It was absolute idiocy that spurred me into coming. Except that dickl
