“I can’t stop thinking about having a hard cock against my face”
There was a noise several feet to his left, and he opened his eyes to see that Sandy was looking at him intently, chin propped on her interlaced fingers, her now-abandoned book now idly spayed between her propped elbows. Her swimsuit top was likewise abandoned beneath her, but she was (for now) still wearing her high-waisted bottoms, the ones she always wore on the first day of their summer interludes together.
“Oh? I hope you’ll share details with me.” Sandy finally prompted him.
Simon closed his eyes again, hands gesturing tentatively as he tried to bring his vision back into his mind’s eye to describe exactly.
“I.. want it to be slick with precum, so that it leaves it on the side of my face, and for the head to be just by my ear. I want to feel it’s warmth, and hardness against my face. The ridges of the blood vessels.”
“Don’t stop there” Sandy murmured, quieter, closer. “What do you want to do with that cock”