I can’t get enough so when the scene’s over I have to write it down, drawing out the horny echoes of my escapades and reliving it in words. My escapism.
I was parked up on the corner of his street, come to give him some weed I didn’t really want the responsibility of self-control in keeping.
He opened the door and got into the passenger seat of my car and we kissed, his handsomeness lit and shadowed against the little interior car light.
He said it was sad he had to leave for work again so soon and I asked him, sweetly,
“Don’t we have time to suck your cock even just a little?”
He looked around the street outside before telling me, “yeah” and starting to unbuckle his trousers.
I let out a soft squeal of excitment and turned out the car light, brushed my nose against the groin of his jeans and then beamed at him while he got out his cock for me to suck.