I tell myself I’m fine now, and that everything about today is out of my head. But I know in second that it’s bullshit, because instantly, my mind goes right back there.
…To Taylor.
I imagine her lush pink lips open and moaning in pleasure. I imagine her long, tanned legs spreading wide for me, her blonde hair tangled over her pretty face and her pert breasts thrust upwards for the tasting.
I picture spreading those thighs and sliding between them, eager for that hot little cunt. My cock throbs and thickens, swelling rock-hard as I sit there in the chair. My hand drops to it, and I grunt as I wrap a fist around my pulsing cock.
I stroke, imagining it’s her pretty mouth bobbing on my thickness. I growl, and my abs flex, and I picture gorgeous Taylor sinking down every swollen inch of my cock, her hot little barely legal pussy squeezing me and milking the cum from my balls.
My cock lurches and pulses, and suddenly, the orgasm slams into me out of nowhere. I grunt, my balls tighten, and my cum begins to spurt hot and thick from my swollen head. Hot white ropes splatter down over my hand, my balls, and my abs, making a fucking mess of me. But I just keep stroking, imagining her hot little body bouncing on my cock, coming for me and taking every fucking drop of my cum deep against her womb.
I sit back, panting, my muscles still clenching and spasming, and my thoughts still very much on Taylor Conway.
…This could be a problem.