Derek gives one last roll of his fingers, fondling his sac, taking a long drag of his cigarette before pulling it from his lips. He blows a slow, thick plume of smoke, tapping his cigarette and sprinkling ash down near you. Slowly, deliberately showing off, he slides his palm to the side, his fingers grazing his privates as they swing down between his thighs, now fully in your view.
You can only stare wide eyed, mouth slightly ajar, as Derek flaunts himself over you. You want so badly to just turn your head and look away, but something about the way he's staring at you makes you think that would be a bad, BAD idea.
Derek chuckles, darkly, softly, bouncing his weight on his knees, flopping his fat sac and thick cock, already plumping up into a half-chub. The sight and sound send goosebumps rippling across your body, and the look in Derek's eyes makes your skin crawl.
With a look of pure, smug haughtiness, Derek takes another drag. The scent, which already infects the room, becomes stronger in your nostrils as nicotine-filled smoke begins to waft around you. Your heart pounds as Derek...
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