Then the back seat of Holly’s car. A few close-ups that were almost unrecognizable in the darkened interior. Shirts pulled up, a hand flat on someone’s stomach—his? Jake wasn’t sure. A thick, white cock jutting up from between the fly of dark denim. That was Jake’s dick, he’d know it anywhere. A couple pictures of pink hair as his lover for the evening went down on him.
Jake felt a pang of lust shoot through his dick as he looked at the images. Himself getting blown, fucking into a wet mouth, damp lips encircling his shaft. Those black-rimmed eyes looking up at him so seductively. Damn, he wished he could remember more about that night!