Jimmy strode into his house and was greeted with blissful silence. Of course, the one time he assumed he wouldn’t find it, quiet surrounded him. He turned back to look at the street as if he could catch Moira, even though he’d watched her drive off.
His d**k throbbed in his jeans, rubbing uncomfortably against the denim. He went to the bathroom to take a shower. Setting his phone on the toilet tank in case Moira called, he stepped under the spray, seeking relief. The hot water poked at his sensitive skin. Images of Moira writhing against him, pale skin flush with pleasure, while moaning his name made his d**k twitch. He stroked his c**k, hearing Moira’s panting breath in his ears. He closed his eyes and smelled her musky scent.
His breath quickened as his hand moved faster. He imagined s
