Man's Best Wingman
Bryantit's not me it's my basementits not me its my basement
She sighed.
That was all the warning I was getting because her hand had slapped mine away the next thing I knew and gripped my dick like she did last night. I groaned, my pain melting into pleasure as Xenia stroked my dick. Fuck she’s good at that. Just the right amount of pressure, and he’s going from retreating to half-hard in a few strokes.
“See, he’s fine.” Xenia scoffed, taking her hand back. “Now come on, Tinkerbell needs to go out, and she waits for no man.” She smiled at her dog before throwing the covers back.