Page 134 of Wrong Pucking Player

“Are you actually hard?”

We’re quiet for eons before I hear the sound of him undoing his zipper.

Fuck.

Is he going to show me his cock?

Please say yes.

C’mon, cock gods. Don’t let this horny girl down.

The way I hold my breath as pulsing anticipation makes me struggle to stay will be the reason I pass out if Armani doesn’t end my suffering any second now.

O.

M.

G.

I forget to breathe.

Forget to think.

All I’m doing is staring at the masterpiece of a cock.

A cock that is pierced, tatted, and so fucking hard.

My pussy quivers desperately, yearning for the stretch and fullness this cock would bring to the table.Bring to my fucking sex life.I bite my bottom lip to stop myself from saying complete gibberish.

My eyes are certainly wide, taking in the entire sight of this beauty and attempting to envision what it really would be like to have Oscar Armani pounding into me.

All eleven inches…

I can already see it now.

Would it land me in the hospital with a ruptured uterus?

I can’t help but wonder whether that would actually be worth trying.

Admit it, Andrews. You’ve lost your fucking mind to the sight of a pierced, tatted, eleven-inch cock.

Seeing the glistening tip of precum, matched with the veins along his shaft, only validates his previous words.

That I turn him on enough to actually leave him hard and needy for some sort of release.

“Fuck, Armani.” That’s the first thing that comes out of my lips. “If I don’t get a picture for safekeeping, we’re not friends anymore.”

“We’re more than friends, Kenzie,” he reminds. “And I thought I was the one giving orders.”

Oh, right.

“One picture.” I can’t let this moment escape my grasp. He has to vow to do this for me, or I’ll lose my mind. “I need something to look at when you make me horny and aren’t around.”

“Like now?” he taunts and even strokes himself once.

“Yes.” I can’t lie. “Like now.”

“I want to see it.”

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