We use cookies
When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Your cookies settings
Strictly cookie settingsAlways Active
Subdued Emotions
I ruffle the mop of black hair sitting on my head as I try to revert my gaze away from the smirking lips of my best friend as he flirts with a random chick while she sits on his lap. I hate how my c**k stirs in my pants seeing the asshole lick his lips with a seductive look in his eyes directed to the girl. I desperately want to feel that level of arousal for the warm body occupying my lap right now. But I can't seem to tear my eyes off his handsome features. I'm not gay. I'm not gay. I'm not gay. I keep chanting in my head but my body betrays me as it warms towards the way his bottom lip disappears into his mouth. Tracing the girl's thigh, whose name I seem to not remember but who seems to be getting comfortable with rubbing my hard on through my jeans happily, thinking I'm getting aro
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD
