Email Brian walked in the front door after football condition, sweating up a storm and incredibly horny, as his testosterone from the morning workout was still pumping through his veins. He walked upstairs to the bathroom, stripped off his sweat-soaked clothes, turned on the shower, and stepped in, forgetting to lock the door. She knocked gently at the door and then pushed it open. She stopped short at the door, dropping the towels all over the floor. She took one more step inside, shutting the door behind her. She then began to suck while still using both her hands to jack his cock as well.
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I didn't know if she was angry, confused, sad I laid in bed those nights masturbating to the memory of the event. The fog of chlorine and sex in her darkened bedroom, the rubbery feel and taste of her nipples in my mouth, her hands exploring my body, the heat and wetness of us stuck together, moving as one. I could see her face, flushed in pleasure. I could see my penis moving in and out of the casually arranged garden of her fur. And I made my sheets sticky with semen. It was paint for the pictures in my head.