Mac

Chapter 34: Mac

Since I already had my hands on the front of his pants, I wiggled my finger until I could hook the elastic of his off-brand underwear. Typically, the basic brand would be a big turn off for me, but the baseball player didn’t need an Italian name stitched on the fabric to silently state his status. He knew he was hot shit in stuff bought from Target, and I actually admired that. I also greatly appreciated the eyeful of thick, dark cock I got when I tugged the fabric farther away. He was meticulously groomed, making all that muscle and sinew stand out. He really looked like the guys in the ads trying to sell people expensive stuff they didn’t need. He was huge when he was fully erect, and my mouth was practically watering at the thought of getting my hands on him again. I couldn’t even start to imagine what it would feel like to be filled with all his heft and heat. I felt parts of my body clench in anticipation.