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There I was, halfway into my skirt and about to text the girls that I was ready, when the universe decided to make it impossible. One look at me and my guy popped up like toast. Not the dramatic, romantic kind. The achy, demanding kind that wasn’t going away on its own. I’m a helpful soul, after all, so I dropped to my knees right there on the bedroom rug, yanked his sweatpants down, and wrapped my hand around the hot, stiff length of him. A quick, steady tug job—that was all he needed. Skin on skin, palm slick with spit, I worked him over with short, tight strokes that got him breathing fast and swearing under his breath. He came quick, spurting across my knuckles and the floor, groaning like he’d been holding it in for weeks instead of hours. I wiped my hand on his shirt, kissed the tip, and told him not to drip on my shoes while I finished getting ready.
There I was, halfway into my skirt and about to text the girls that I was ready, when the universe decided to make it impossible. One look at me and my guy popped up like toast. Not the dramatic, romantic kind. The achy, demanding kind that wasn’t going away on its own. I’m a helpful soul, after all, so I dropped to my knees right there on the bedroom rug, yanked his sweatpants down, and wrapped my hand around the hot, stiff length of him. A quick, steady tug job—that was all he needed. Skin on skin, palm slick with spit, I worked him over with short, tight strokes that got him breathing fast and swearing under his breath. He came quick, spurting across my knuckles and the floor, groaning like he’d been holding it in for weeks instead of hours. I wiped my hand on his shirt, kissed the tip, and told him not to drip on my shoes while I finished getting ready.