Twenty- one

Alex

I lay in bed, biting my lower lip, trying to force my erection down.

I rub a hand over my face and let out a long, exasperated sigh, annoyed that nothing else was working. My eyes roamed down to my lower half, watching the sheets tent up from my bulging dick.

My fingers itch for my phone, the one thing I was trying to avoid accessing, yet it was too tempting to shun.

The picture Martha sent me yesterday was a shocker, to say the least. I couldn’t explain the burst of harsh pleasure that ran through me at the sight of her nude body only clad in panties, nor could I explain the way I rushed home and jacked off in the shower like a madman.

I had cum over my walls and hand thrice in the span of ten hours, excluding the one I had done, right before I went to sleep, all because of Martha.

I just woke up and was currently fighting the urge to look at it, even though it really didn’t do anything much; my mind was already conjuring her image in my head.

After a few long and tortured m