Adonis Praxis Edward.
If you’d told me, when I got up to kill the blaring TV, it would end with her straddling onto the hard, bulging line of my c**k in my own living room, I’d have called you a goddamn liar. The darkness is a blessing. If she could see my face right now, she’d run. She’d see the animal shock, monster arousal on my face.
And what do I feel?
I feel the devastating heat of her through two thin layers of fabric. Not just pressure. Placement. The worm’s soft, giving cervix is on my Titan. Titan meaning c**k, this ancient, knowing thing that’s older than her is aligned perfectly with her core.
Then it snaps into her. She realizes it’s not the seam of my jeans she’s grinding on but the tiger-tail length of me…a sharp gasp tears from her throat.
That sudden, inner shock
