by starlightqueen
“. . . and a familiar warmth began to bloom within her.”
thoughts of her insistent glistening wetness filled
his mind, his cock spreading sensations
down his thighs, his lips tingling with arousal
in response to Nell’s desire, her demand
for satisfaction forcing surrender to his own arousal
now coursing like an opiate through his veins
as his hands charged lightly
over the fevered-flushed purple skin of his cock head.
Sensations ranged helter-skelter, across his ass,
into the small of his back;
his nipples begged for his fingers.
One hand pulsing over his cock,
the other pinching pleasure from a nipple,
he watched Lawrence driving his cock into Nell
and longed for flesh against his stomach
to contain the building sensations there
as he made love to himself,
fucked himself
abandoned surrender to pleasure
to fucking self-pleasure
fueled by the words of starlightqueen . . .