It is 2 in the afternoon. Why hasn’t Manny appeared at my door, taken his clothes off, in that sexy way of his. Pushed me backwards onto the bed, got on top of me, kissed me passionately, as his sexy arse grabs me and squeezes me, as I wrap my knees around him, as I watch his handsome face change colour, as the sweat beads on his forehead, as he throws his head back and gulps for breath as spoofs all over my chest in long shots of white cum.
We kiss long and slow and passionately until the need has left both of us completely. Then he smiles wanly at me with his flushed face and his sweaty brow, lying his head down on my chest. His cum squeezing out between our two layers of skin. And we just hold each other until we start to feel the cold and have to move against all our instincts.
Why hasn’t he done that by now? That’s my question for the day.
Where the fuck is he?
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