Michael was alone in the apartment. Mirabel and Mitchelle had gone out for a quick errand, leaving him with strict instructions to rest but rest was impossible.He locked himself in the bathroom, his heart pounding with shame even before he touched himself. The memory of Vanessa’s voice, her commanding presence, her tight, ruthless pussy , it had been haunting him for days.He pulled his cock out, already rock-hard and leaking. He wrapped his hand around the throbbing shaft and started stroking slowly, eyes closed.In his mind, he was back in Vanessa’s apartment.She had him bent over the couch, thick strap-on buried deep in his ass while she reached around and stroked him.Michael moaned softly, stroking faster. He could almost feel the brutal stretch, the way the toy slammed against his prostate with every thrust. He spat on his hand for better glide and pumped his cock harder, imagining Vanessa’s low, dominant voice in his ear.“You love this, don’t you?” he whispered to himself, r
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