#Chapter70
Jack, My Mate-02
I retreated to the shower after shedding my clothes off. The blast of cold water didn’t help my raging hard-on.
Damn it, Westley! What am I doing?
I squeezed a good amount of shampoo into my hand and grabbed my aching cock from the root to tip. Resting my forearm above my head, I closed my eyes, keeping up slow strokes, at first.
Hiya, Jack, my mate!
Westley appeared with her dark ocean-blue eyes, glittering with lust as she stared back at me. She then knelt while biting her bottom lip as she swatted my hand away from my grip. She grabbed cock, shoving all in her mouth in one thrust that had me nearly came apart.
/"Fuck, Westley. A little warning would be nice./" She sucked me and then released me again.
My erection was wet with her saliva, and she even licked the slit of my tip, tasting the bead of my pleasure she had caused. She continued to lick my tip, then slowly swirling her tongue around my head.
