Steamy Dreams
but either way, I knew what I had to do.
"Please, sir," I repeated, allowing desperation to creep into my voice, the needy tone that I'd worked so hard to hide all day. "God, I want it. I want your...your cock. I want to feel you cum.
"I want to make you cum."
"More," Mr. Peterson said, his voice barely louder than a whisper. I didn't hold back, throwing my entire body into the performance.