My Gay Sugar Daddy Is A Priest
I couldn't tell how much time I spent sitting down there naked, staring into space as the p**n played on, but after a while, Hunter came back downstairs, looking all refreshed and smelling so nice.
“ You're really still here?” He asked, a faint feeling of disgust laced in his tone, “ look, I don't know if you're trying to promote any form of body positivity or anything, but please put your clothes on, no one wants to see that useless snake in-between your legs that wouldn't just calm down”, he said, reminding me that my dick had refused to relax after he had held onto it.
I was still speechless, only looking at him like a child looking at a scary dog.