Not ready to marry anyoneThe moment she stopped him from stepping out of the car and said she was tired, he thought his body would protest. He thought his balls would burst out of his pants and it will get bloody. He thought his erected c**k would break his pant's fly and he would die from lack of relief.
But none of that happened.
When she said his name they way she did when they were alone, it eased out all of his s****l frustrations.
His body became more concerned for her well being than its own relief.
If she was tired, she needed to get rest. Even his c**k became a soft sausage in his pants, refusing to think of getting any pleasure.
The goodnight kiss that followed, reset his brain. Now he didn't know what to think.
He wanted her so badly.
He wanted to hold on to her and kiss
