wemightvefucked: “You sure about this?” he asked, his hand barely covering his package.
wemightvefucked: “You sure about this?” he asked, his hand barely covering his package. I’d never seen anyone look hotter than he did then: up on the edge of the tub, leaning against the window, dripping wet and drenched in sunlight. “Yeah,” I said, feeling brave. “I want to.” He nodded and raised himself up. He dropped his hand. His cock swung free, heavy, and proud. It wasn’t the biggest dick in the world, but it was a nice one, and it was my brother’s, and that made it better than anything I could ever ask for. He was already starting to get hard, and I could tell he was a grower rather than a shower. “Thanks,” he said. Nothing more, nothing less. Just thanks. “I should be the one thanking you,” I quipped, then dropped to my knees. I knew my mouth was the best thing that could help him. He won’t even remember his bitch ex’s name when I’m done, I thought, and took my first taste of his cock. -- source link