Throughout the day, my mind decided to stay on thoughts of Dale.
The feel of his thickness. Smoothness of his d**k. Perfection of the head, and how damn nice this all had felt on my hand.
With all that clouding my thoughts, it was hard to concentrate.
I'd tried to, but it only ended in vain.
Thinking about how it'd felt when he was in me, sent this unexpected bolt of dopamine at the thought of getting back to the hotel to continue from where we stopped.
Which was why once the clock read seven and I knew it wouldn't be too early to dismiss everyone, I did just that, heading to my car, whose door was opened by a guard and closed once I was settled at the back passenger seat.
The entire journey back to the hotel had felt longer than it probably should.
But soon, it came to a halt in fr
