Rock Hard Dick
The room was fairly neat, but some clothes thrown on the
chair and the rumpled bed showed that someone actually lived
there. (I like a “lived in” look, provided it doesn’t cross the
line to messy) A decent-sized TV screen sat on the dresser,
facing the queen-sized bed.
Karen popped the tape in the VCR and
started it. The sounds of sex came into being around us. Again,
I stood behind her, thrusting my hips forward and massaging her
breasts. She bent over a little bit, moving her hips backwards,
creating more pressure on my rock-hard dick, and reached around
behind her to pull me closer to her. I began running one hand up
and down, from breast to navel and back, gradually working lower.
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