My c**k was hard, my chest pounding because of the intense twitching and swelling of the tip of my big shaft. I didn't want to go to Nadia. Not when she was cooking and it was an utter ‘risk’ in her words.
But I couldn't take her off my mind.
And the more I thought about her, the more I remembered her pink cunt; the more my c**k rose and beat harder.
Prolly even harder than a rock.
I stood in the hallway as I watched my sweet Omega cook a meal when she should be stroking my c**k.
It was visible.
Fucking visible.
The way my c**k stood strong, piercing through my shorts like it wanted to come out of it. Like it could slide inside her cunt from up there.
I watched her soft ass jiggle as she grabbed the knife to cut the vegetables.
No way!
I couldn't hold it anymore. Couldn't f*****
