I didn’t care he was married meeting him at our neighborhood party, but I liked his kindness and his innocent smile.
Those afternoons talking, cold beers and flashing my cock in the hot tub slowly cooked his faithful mind to allow for more.
Hinting my openness was only throwing the seeds of depravity onto this fertile acre of his nearly straight soul.
I had patience moulding him into my perfect plaything, stretching his limits by claiming his lips, throat and that sweet tight rear.
Cannot wait for my next move, cause when he was the sugar, she’ll be the cream.