Gomez

My cock twitched, straining against my pants, and I didn’t even try to hide it. Why the fuck should I? She knew what she was doing, teasing me like a little slut, and she loved every second of it.

I wanted her eyes on me—on the thick, aching cock she’d made this hard. I needed her to see what her seduction had done, what she was about to take.

I dropped my gaze to my cock straining against my pants, and sure enough, her eyes followed.

The shock in them made me smirk. I didn’t know what sorry bastards she’d spread her legs for before, but I’d bet every...