After a steamy encounter with a brunette, I struggled to forget his impressive member. Seeking release, I pleasured myself, lost in vivid memories of our passionate encounter.
After a steamy encounter with a brunette stud, I found myself yearning for his impressive manhood. I was alone with my thoughts, and my hand started to wander, lost in the memories of our heated session. I was so turned on by the thought of him that I couldn't resist the urge to pleasure myself. As I began to stroke, I imagined his strong hands guiding mine, his voice whispering dirty thoughts in my ear. I was lost in the moment, my body responding to the vivid fantasies of our encounter. I could feel the climax building, my strokes becoming more frantic as I edged closer and closer. With a final, desperate stroke, I reached my peak, my body shuddering in ecstasy. As I came, I couldn't help but think of him, my friend with the big pener, the one who had set this all in motion. I was left breathless, my thoughts filled with the memory of our time together.
