Straight Guys Shouldn’t f**k Each Other (5)
Clarke was sprawled beneath me, his chest rising and falling, face flushed and dazed. His c**k was still soft inside me, twitching now and then as the last waves of his orgasm faded.
But I was still hard.
I slid off him slowly, letting his c**k slip free with a wet sound. I could feel his cúm leaking out of me, trailing down my inner thighs. I didn’t wipe it. I wanted him to see what he did to me.
I stood up beside the bed and looked down at him.
“Get on your knees,” I said.
His eyes widened. “Wait… you’re still—”
“On. Your. Knees.”
He sat up slowly, like he couldn’t quite believe how fast the tables had turned. I didn’t give him time to process. I reached down, gripped his hair, and pulled him down onto the floor in front of me.
He sett
