*Lupo*
I wake up to a gentle nudge, the late afternoon sunlight streaming through the windows and captivating green eyes. Why couldn't they be as dark and uninteresting as mine? Why do they have to reflect expectations? Why do they make me long to gaze into them for the rest of my life?
It will forever haunt me that I see them so warm and inviting now, knowing that tomorrow they will, once again, be cold and distant when they meet mine.
"Your bath is ready," she says, her voice low and seductive. I can vividly imagine it whispering sweet nothings in my ear, urging me forward as I passionately thrust into her while she grips my buttocks, matching me thrust for thrust.
My erection is so painfully hard at this moment that I could drive nails into wood with it, but that's only because I'm
