His leg paced upwards then back downwards as the gravity of what he had just agreed upon, and done, sank into him.
For starters, this had been his first time to have a firm grip at his c**k and toy with it, let alone having his thoughts fixated on someone in specific while his hand worked diligently.
The ladies were always there to do that bit, while he laid back and took thrill to its sensation.
He was not sure either what it meant, having a memorable release at the thought of a specific someone.
But whenever he had a brief look at her, or even had such thoughts swarming back in, he could swear he felt a twitch down there.
Sometimes even more than a twitch.
It would easily levitate and his breathing would grow uneven. That is, up until he tears his gaze to now behold something much
