It was just a simple stroke, and even though my hand was dry, the pleasure that shot up my spine was intense. I groaned deeply, stroking harder and using the precum that was pouring out to wet my dick and make my hand move more freely.

I stroked hard, my fist wrapped tightly around my dick, moving from base to head. The amount of precum that was pouring out of me was embarrassing, but I was too far gone to care.

My nose was still pressed to my shirt and her scent filled my nose, going straight to my head. I felt high, drunk, overdosed.

My hips bucked into my...