Ethan
Sweat trickled down my neck and I arched my back off the bed, laying again softly. The bed was damp with my sweat and the sheets felt a bit cool. I didn't know how long I had been going but I wasn't planning on stopping. I enjoyed it when my mind was forced to focus on anything else, other than…
“f**k,” a moan escaped my lips as I ran my forefingers over my sensitive tip. My other hand grabbed the base of my slicked c**k, stifling any form of ejaculation that was threatening. I clamped my hands tightly, thrusting into the oiled vacuum.
I missed his body and how warm he felt every time I thrust into him. I tucked my lips in between my teeth, pressing the flesh gently. I needed him right now, I needed his hands on me, running along my body like I was nothing but an instrument to be
