She caught him in her lace. He didn’t even have time to lie.
Enjoy..
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I thought I was alone.
The apartment was quiet -- not lazy-Sunday quiet, but the kind that sinks into your skin, lets you forget the rest of the world exists. I locked the door. I double-checked. She wasn't supposed to be back for another hour. Maybe more. Enough time. Enough space.
I had her panties on.
Black lace, the soft kind that felt thinner than air. Tight around my hips, the elastic digging in where it didn't belong. They weren't made for me -- that was the point. I could see the shape of myself through the fabric. A weird, obscene curve pressed to the mesh. I looked stupid. Ridiculous.
But I was hard.
Harder than I wanted to admit. My c**k was straining, caught in the lace, barely contained. It rub
