I feel your eyes locked into mine, and they could have been staring straight into my soul. No matter how hard I try, I can't break away from your gaze, which seems to physically trap me. I feel your soft hands run up against the thighs of my jeans. Your eyes never break contact from mine as you lightly place the tips of your fingers on my crotch, feeling the outline of my throbbing penis through the denim. You trace my pe...