Delayed Inevitability - Part 2
I hate when he is late... or do I!...
I give one more stroke along his hard flesh, the veins thick and swollen, and then release him. Then I turn walking slowly over to the bed. I turn to see him standing there naked from the waist up, trousers hanging from his hips - his beautiful dick hard, twitching. God, he excites me. I sit down, perching my bottom on the edge of the bed feeling the mattress dip slightly. I sit with my legs spread wide, deliberately let...