Jackson’s eyes widened. At the same time, his body was suddenly filled with a new pent-up desire.
His c**k suddenly hardened, thinking that someone might have swallowed his c*m—all while imagining it was Irene.
“f**k,” Jackson grunted, as if he was in pain, glancing at his hardened manhood.
Now, he was certain it wasn’t because of the aphrodisiac anymore. What happened sent more heat into his body because of what happened.
He suddenly remembered how that person, whoever it was, bobbed her head up and down, sucking wholeheartedly, and even licking his balls.
The feeling was so pleasurable, so he thought it was only a dream.
Now that he knew it wasn’t, it kept Jackson craving for more.
“Get a grip, Jack,” he muttered as he heaved a sigh, realizing he was acting like a horny bastard. “
