It made a pup tent out the side of the flimsy shorts. Trying to keep her lovely eyes from looking down at the prominence became paramount.The ample shaft bent 90-degress over my left thigh top. My pulsating dark c-o-c-k-h-e-a-d and green shorts became wet from dense, simmering p-r-e-c-u-m.
Quickly I nonchalantly cupped both hands off to the side of my bulging shorts, both knees weakened fast.
She looked down and winked, noticing the prominence under taut material and the damp circle at its bulbous end. " "No, no," replied myself, "this wet spot’s from sweating.
My Sweater-Meat "Kathie Lee Gifford" Fantasy By Dave D The fantasy fabrication you are about to read has me at age 14. A sweltering mid-August day begins nicely, intense heat progressively captured under the partially clouded yet bright morning sky.
The following is fabricated and "is" a fantasy I’ve had over, and over, and over…
All week, home designers came and went across the street, filling the home with costly furnishings.