I Know Who Your Real Slut Is, Adonis

Adonis

Fucking. Goddamn. Shit.

How the fuck could I still get a fucking hard, massive erection under a damn cold shower? Despite all the fucking chaos unraveling ever since the beginning of today, one brief distracting thought of how fucking sexy Leilani looked in those utterly provocative gym clothes this morning before everything went to fucking hell, and my cock pulsed hard, high and erect, throbbing with barely suppressed need.

Back the fuck down, boy.

I was fucking aware that sex was a stress reliever for me. And this goddamn erection that wouldn’t fucking back down was my body’s way of telling that me that I was stressed as fuck from the drama of the fucking day and I needed to bury my entire length in a wet, warm and grasping pussy.

Preferably Leilani’s.