Page 68 of His Big Bad Stick

I close my eyes.

I picture Abrielle’s tits.

Her perfect fucking tits.

In my hands. In my mouth.

“Fuck,” I growl once more.

I think of her sweet cunt.

Swollen and pink. Plump and sexy… after fucking her…

I reach for the bottle to pour another drink.

I freeze halfway.

She offered me a blow job.

It was just a joke.

What if it wasn’t?

That mouth of hers. I’ve already felt it.

I could have felt it again…

Now I’m thinking crazy.

Worse yet, my cock is achy and getting hard.

I walk into my bedroom and grab a shirt off the floor.

I toss it onto my bed.

As I grit my teeth, I open my jeans and pull my cock out.

I’m long and hard. Throbbing.

There’s no letting this calm down on its own.

I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke.

I grunt and shut my eyes.

With my left hand I grab for a pillow and squeeze it tight.

This is what I do now? I jerk off?

Just picture Abrielle’s tits though.

So fucking warm and suckable.

My cock sliding between her tits.

Her rosy nipples as tight buds.

My hand pulls harder and faster.