The Den of Desires
He didn’t press, thank God, just shook his head with a small chuckle and turned back to his laptop.
I excused myself to the bathroom, heart in my throat.
Once I was inside, door locked, I picked up the phone again and tapped the message open.
It was another video.
This time Knox had filmed himself in front of a mirror. One hand braced on the sink, the other wrapped around his cock. He was shirtless, sweat-slicked, head thrown back.
Every stroke deliberate, slow, and filthy.
He was talking again. Whispering.
“This is what you do to me. My cock blows everytime I think about you.”
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