P*rnstation
Layothe scent that made him minehis hand in her pantieshe sneaks glances at mehis eyes dilate when he looks at me
The back room of the adult bookstore reeked of bleach, sweat, and sin. Perfect. I stepped into the narrow booth, the one with the hole cut clean through the wall, waist-high, edges worn smooth from too many cocks before mine.
I locked the door, dropped a twenty in the slot, and the screen lit with p**n I wasn’t really watching. My focus was on the wall. The hole stayed dark for a long minute, my dick already heavy in my jeans, straining against the zipper. I unzipped, wrapped a hand around my cock, and stroked slow and lazy, teasing pulls that left it slick and hard in my fist.