Pre-cum leaks from the tip.
I groan, wishing at this moment that Sara was here. My hand is a poor substitute. I lather the soap in the hand and use it as a lubricant, stroking my cock firmly.
I lean my arm on the glass shower door.
I jerk my cock faster and faster, with only one person on my mind.
Images flash through my mind, Sara in every single one of them.
I’m grunting and growling now.
The euphoric feeling hits me out of nowhere, and my cock twitches in my hand. The feeling crawls up my spine and only one word slips through my lips. “Sara.”
“Sara,” I growl.
Ropes of cum shower the tiles in the bathroom.
I’m breathless. I have to lean on to the tile with both hands, taking deep breaths.
“Fuck me.” I whisper. I’m in big fucking trouble.
I’ve not come that hard with my hand in a long time.
SHIT!