Breakfast And More
The next morning, Mr. George is invited for breakfast and after that, things start to escalate. I stumbled into the bedroom, my legs feeling like jelly beneath me. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, the shadows playing across the walls like a silent film reel of today's events. I collapsed onto the bed, my hand trailing to my cock, which had yet to fully subside from the evening's excitement. Alone in the quiet sanctity of my room, I replayed the images in my mind's eye, the first foreign cock...