Mark certainly knew how to use his c**k, and while I’d never considered myself a bottom, I’d found I didn’t mind taking that position with him.
My c**k began to swell. I rubbed a palm over the fly of my jeans and licked my lips, then reached in, gave the base of my c**k a firm squeeze, and set aside thoughts of s*x. There were other matters that needed to be handled, and right now, my c**k wasn’t one of them.
I fitted the blond wig on my head, making sure no brown strands were visible, and glanced at my reflection in the mirror. I’d worried about my brows, which were darker than this wig, but Mark had assured me there were plenty of blonds with dark eyebrows. When I’d demanded he name one, he’d looked smug and said, “Draco Malfoy.” I’d had no choice but to laugh and concede him the point
