A Quiet Theater

Elena

“Ouch!!” I fell to the ground, hurting my butt, and I heard Jackson’s voice calling out my name.

“Elena….” He immediately stood up from were he was, and rushed over to where I was, and he quickly help me up and questioned with concern. “Are you hurt? Are you alright?” He stared directly into my eyes that I was instantly spellbound and shook my head to reply.

“I’m fine..” Came my soft voice which was barely above a whisper to his hearing and relief clouded his face, he helped me back on the chair, completely forgetting that his dick was still out for my eyes to ogle on.

Was I becoming this addicted to cocks? I questioned obviously and openly staring at his cock without shame. It was big but it couldn’t be compared to that of daddy’s. Fine, and veiny for me to ogle on.

“Elena….” He waved his hand in front of my eyes to grab my attention which was sealed on his cock.

“Huh?” I searched my eyes back at him and he smiled to say.

“You don’t have to stare at it that much, it isn’t good