I walked over and folded the lid of the laptop, silencing my voice as it begged for a cock to suck. Indian sex “OH! “Yeah, busted.”
“Like I say, no problem. I tiptoed to my room, worrying about what he knew. I think I lasted about five strokes. Yeah, you’re such a turn-on.”
I ran one hand up and down my flat stomach as I stroked myself with my other hand. You sit on that chair and I’ll stand in front of you.”
I watched as Pete stripped out of his shirt and sweats. Men’s asses. I hooked a thumb into the waistband of my sweats and very, very slowly pulled down at the front. Just fucked off. But I wasn’t lubricated. That was Pete. I’m a married man.”
“I never did this either.”
“But all those videos…”
“I was just doing things that felt nice and I like being watched. Saw his cum shooting, saw it hitting his chest. Offering my mouth. I was dressed as before and was sitting in front of the cam. As I did this, I saw Dave’s cock begin to swell. It only took a few seconds to log on and open a public room.
