CONNOR/ KADE HAWKINS
I DIDN’T DO SHIT as she blinked rapidly her eyes falling on my chest which if we were being on honest here, the heaving, the fist still stroking my length told the fucking tale.
I was horny as fuck and the minute she told me she didn’t have a boyfriend it was hard to not imagine myself between her thighs smelling her womanhood finding out for myself whether underneath all that sass she was clean shaven or her pussy was fuzzed with hair.
As the telltale of the water streaming down the tiled floor, my chest heaved, the hair sticking to my forehead as it dripped droplets of water, our eyes locked and I took in that little gasp of hers, that nervous clenching of her thighs hidden by that white robe.
Fuck, did she have anything underneath that robe?
Fuck, Kade. Fuck.
For a passing minute, we were locked in this intense stare.
She was stunned and I was mad.
