You weren’t supposed to catch me stroking my futa cock. But you did, and instead of running, you touched. Then begged to ride. No prep. No shame. Just you, wrapped around my thick, futa dick. Moaning, bouncing, squeezing like you’d waited your whole life for this. I stroked your cock while you rode mine, watching your eyes roll back as you came hands-free across your stomach. And when I offered you a shower? You hesitated. Not because you didn’t want to… But because you never wanted to leave. Now I’m teasing a second round. Warm water, slippery skin, my cock already hard again. You came in as my best friend. You’ll leave full of my cum. Do you walk away… or come back for round two?
