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Max
Sitting in my chair I watch the MMA match on TV, lazily sipping a beer with a bowl of Doritos in my lap.
I shouldn't have texted Rae today. What the hell was I thinking?
I bite into a chip, thinking about what the hell was on my mind when I sent that text.
I was generally curious what she was up to. Why?
I wonder what she's doing right now. What she's wearing.
The thought of her in a short skirt and no panties flare in the back of my mind and my c**k begins to grow in my sweatpants.
Fuck! I take my focus back to the TV.
I wonder if Rae is at home?
Growling, I set the bowl of chips on the side table and down the rest of my beer.
I need a cold shower. Again.
Undressing, my hard c**k springs free, it's sensitive and near f*****g purple. I swear to God blue-balls is a re
