“You're good.” His smile grows and he stands, crotch in my face. I can't help noticing his c**k's bulge. Slowly raising my arm, I touch his crotch as I look up at him. I feel his c**k with my palm. It's crazy that I now own this cock... Own. Yes, I get to f**k the ideal man with the perfect c**k forever.
I stroke his dress pants with my fingertips, never taking my eyes off him. Softly flicking my wrist, I glide my hand back and forth as the air grows heavier.
“I've never wanted to f**k anybody as much as I want to f**k you now,” he adds, hooking his fingers in her hair. I gasp as he runs his fingers over my scalp and pulls back my hair.
“Then what?” I fire back, pulse pumping as I anticipate what's next. “Here. Yours to do as you like.”
“True?” He mocks, holding my head still. I tightl
