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It’s late, past 2 a.m. when I stumble through the door, but I smile because you’ve waited up. I soon realize why; you’re kneeling with your legs spread, exposing, but not touching the perfectly erect cock centered between them.
I chuckle, realizing you’ve been thinking all evening about what I have been up to and hoping that when I get home you’ll get to hear the filthy details. Earlier I suggested that if you resisted playing with yourself and waited for me to come home, I might help you cum. [Read more…]