the message he left for me
I’m sitting here on the couch, stroking my thick cock…. oh god… fuck I’m looking at your pussy. You are so fucking hot. I want you on my cock so bad… oh fuck… I want to make you my fucking whore sooo bad. Tell me you want my cock. ohh..aah… fuu…uck.
Now how am I supposed to work all day after that? It’s bad enough that when I was listening, I was at the gas station and put over $50 in my gas tank because I was not paying attention. His voice is hotter than I thought it would be. The breaking in his breath, the groan and the…. mmmm, fuck. I’m wasted. I’m done.
