n*****s hard. p***y leaking. Hands rubbing.
I wake up in the morning like this and go to sleep like this as well.
This is what I have become, I feel like a f*****g addict.
Just that one glimpse of what I've always wanted has turned me into something else, all I do is yearn and thirst.
I can't get Ryder out of my system, it's been two days since then and I still can't forget him or forget it.
The memory of weight of his c**k is still in my mouth, I can still feel it heavy and thick…sweet and God, the taste of it on my tongue.
The smell of the dirty alley doesn't come to memory, but his musk and sweat does, the way his pubes brushed my nose as he f****d my throat.
The dark mass of hair at the base of his c**k is imprinted on my brain, I don't think it's going away any time soon.
I'm
