Chapter 43

Watching the kid on film didn’t do much for my emotional state, either. I remembered how that hot ass felt wrapped around my cock, how that wiry body had responded to my touch. And it wasn’t just the sex I remembered. I thought about the kid’s contagious smile, his enthusiasm, the way he stood up to me. I missed the clothes on the floor and the dirty dishes in the sink. There had to be a way to get him out of my system.