365 Days With My Dad’s Bestfriend
I toss it aside and slip off my underwear, watching as my wetness thins out in a form of a fragile creamy thread that links my cunt to my cotton panties, until it breaks and sticks to my thighs.
“Fuck.” I let my underwear drop and I stand in the middle of my dirty, never-should-have-been studio, and in front of a portrait. It's a close-up shot that features only my faceless obsession, from the start of his collarbone, down to his torso, and stops an inch below his knee.
He’s naked.
Feral.
Still, as if waiting for me to kneel. To submit.
Erect veined cock, muscular limbs, muscles hard with years of discipline.
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