SINFUL DESIRES: THE PROFESSORS I CAN'T RESIST
My ass spasmed, milking the toy like it was a real dick pounding me.
“Oh god, yes,” I moaned loudly, not caring if anyone heard. The stall reeked of my sweat and arousal, the air thick with it.
My strokes turned sloppy, my fist pumping furiously and my cockhead bumping my palm with wet slaps. The plug throbbed against my prostate, over and over, pushing me to the edge. I imagined Wyatt finding me like this, his strong hands replacing mine, jerking me while he whispered dirty commands. Or Bryce, sucking me down while the mystery man fucked my ass. The thought sent me spiraling as my cum boiled up and my balls tightened painfully. One more hard tug, and I exploded.