Self Made
When one's thoughts becomes another's reality
I couldn't get her out of my head. Her moans were like a song on repeat. I wanted nothing more than to be with her once again. Every time I closed my eyes I could see her, feel her and taste her. By now, my trouser was getting uncomfortable with my stiff shaft wanting out. I couldn't contain my hunger and I needed to release. I loosened my pants and pulled my hard and leaking shaft out. I groaned just as I slid my palm up...