Finally, then, with his head turned so that eyes were filled with the wicked sight of Alyssa being f****d like some nameless slut, his nose breathing deep of the delirious musk of her overexcited and already copiously used young flesh, his very body shaking on the mattress that some other man’s urgent striving set into motion, Brad reached down his trembling belly and smoothed his palm over the taut flesh of his throbbing c**k. It seemed hideously embarrassing…but, really, despite his inhibitions, he could scarcely restrain himself. He needed it so bad, so bad...He ran his fingers down the sensitive skin beneath the glans, down to the scrunched-up bag sperm-factories nestled below, then wrapped his thumb instinctively around the base of his shaft. Groaning faintly, he began to pull at hims
