Del
This is madness. I should not be doing this. I should not be stalking my stalker or not giving a s*hit that he caught me do it. I definitely should not get all hot and bothered watching him play with himself or be excited when he orders me to do the same.
But here we are. I am thinking about it. And I don’t even drink, so I can’t blame my poor life choices on substances. Not right now at least. On my tv screen Dzhan looks like he’s holding his breath, his fingers squeezing his massive c*ock at the base, his expression completely concentrated on what he sees, but even like this I can see the hope in his eyes. The expectation.
I look around. I am alone in my house, kind of, and I am surrounded by nothing but trees. This place is secluded for a reason - no shifters are allowed on the g
