"T-this . . . This isn't what you think!"
I wish I could fool him like I was fooling myself.
He slowly walked towards me. His pants were still low on his hips, hands never left his arousal, striking himself up and down. And for the life of me, I couldn't avert my gaze.
Cum spurted from his tip, dripping into his hand and coating his cock with thick fluid.
I felt parched, like I walked a thousand miles in the desert. My throat was dry, and my eyes were sore as I unblinkingly looked him in the eyes when he stopped just inches from me.
He was so close, and my brain was frying into nothingness. If this continued, I was afraid I would go insane.
I averted my gaze but immediately regretted it when my eyes fell on his velvet tip. It looked soft to the touch, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like.
Or taste like.
