Holy f*****g hell. His eyebrows rose to his forehead and he blinked. Her saying s**t like that was better than he'd thought it would be. Slipping his hand into his jeans, he was not surprised to find his díck already half-hard. It approved of her just as much as he did.
"s**t. I-" He hissed, holding back a groan as he gave himself a light squeeze. She was turning him on alright, no doubt about that. She was good. But could he really do this? Was he letting his d**k rule his brain? f**k, he couldn't think clearly. "I don't know if this is a good idea."
"Wait! Please," she breathed, sounding desperate as f**k for him. His c**k jumped in his hand and he grew harder. "I-I'm so horny. I need you. Please? Just stroke your d**k for me. I need it."
What kind of man would he be to deny a sexy la
