You walk back to your bedroom with more pep in your step from the endorphins and dopamine rush from the incredibly taboo, but also just plain incredible, shower you just took, feeling so clean but so dirty all at once. You're even whistling a happy little tune as you start laying your work clothes out on to your bed so you can get into them.
If this morning so far is any indication, today is going to be a great day! Everything that just happened is still so fresh and vivid, you can practically still feel Kaitlin's ass. It's enough to make you hard again now that the refractory period's over, and you're sorely tempted to run across the hall and wake her up again. But you know you thoroughly exhausted her with your morning activities and she needs her beauty sleep. What kind of favorite child would you be if you bothered mommy while she was trying to get some sleep?
You look at all the posters of beautiful, booty-full babes decorating your bedroom walls and then your eyes dart over to the bottle of lotion on top of your dresser . . .
No! As much as you'd like to, you're already running late for work and you don't have the time to, umm, "take matters into your own hand." If you can just switch your mind over to work mode this, umm, "hard situation" should just go away on its own.
You manage to pull a fresh, clean pair of boxers decorated with little pictures of 🍑 in
patterned print over your raging stiffy. Then you put on your white tank top and dress shirt. You're looking at your slacks, necktie, and loafers, about to start buttoning your shirt and then put them on, when you happen to look up and out your bedroom window and see . . .
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