Knox

Damn it.

The soft knocks keep going.

I choose to forget the noise because my hand refuses to release its grip on my cock. I pump faster, rough, and desperate strokes.

I see only Emma’s face.

I struggle to breathe because my throat feels blocked. My stomach tightens. I make a low groan while my teeth stay together because I just finished coming.

Thick ropes of cum spill over my fingers, dripping down my knuckles and onto the tile. My legs shake for one moment. The release hits, but it feels hollow. I just want to fuck Emma's pussy, real time.

I lean forward and rest my forehead against...