I close my eyes.
I picture Abrielle’s tits.
Her perfect fucking tits.
In my hands. In my mouth.
“Fuck,” I growl once more.
I think of her sweet cunt.
Swollen and pink. Plump and sexy… after fucking her…
I reach for the bottle to pour another drink.
I freeze halfway.
She offered me a blow job.
It was just a joke.
What if it wasn’t?
That mouth of hers. I’ve already felt it.
I could have felt it again…
Now I’m thinking crazy.
Worse yet, my cock is achy and getting hard.
I walk into my bedroom and grab a shirt off the floor.
I toss it onto my bed.
As I grit my teeth, I open my jeans and pull my cock out.
I’m long and hard. Throbbing.
There’s no letting this calm down on its own.
I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke.
I grunt and shut my eyes.
With my left hand I grab for a pillow and squeeze it tight.
This is what I do now? I jerk off?
Just picture Abrielle’s tits though.
So fucking warm and suckable.
My cock sliding between her tits.
Her rosy nipples as tight buds.
My hand pulls harder and faster.