Brian rolls over to wrap Andrea in his arms but the cold side of the bed brings him back to his senses.
Snapping his eyes open, he rolls to his back with a groan. He’s trying so hard to forget her but he just can’t seem to and his stupid bonér isn’t helping matters.
Grunting, he yanks down his pajama bottoms and grips his painfully erect côck. He closes his eyes and imagines it’s Andrea mouth that’s wrapped around it as he slowly moves his palm up and down.
He spits on his palm and resumes stroking it. After over thirty minutes of stroking himself, he still doesn’t climax.
“Fück this!”. He snarls and gets down from the bed, making his way to the bathroom.
Three minutes later, he’s fully dressed and ready for work. When he’s about to step into the elevator, his phone rings.
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