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ADRIANA

I couldn’t hold back my gasp at the sight of Xander Xander gripping his hard cock in his hand. The veins of his hands protrude, rivalling that of the throbbing hardness in is fist.

Look away. A voice in my head says harshly.

But I think I’ve lost the connection between my head, my body and my brain. It was saying a different thing, while my body was doing another thing.

My body hummed with pleasure when he wipes the pre-cum at his tip and he used that as lube. He grunted and shook his head before releasing himself.

He holds his palm up to me and like I was being controlled, I moved forward and jutted my tongue out. I wet his hand and when he was satisfied with it, he pulls back and returns to stroking himself.

Like a woman possessed. I watch him unblinking as he pleasures himself. His sounds and just the sight of him doing that makes my body shake.

I really wanted to look away fro the duty, filthy, sight before me. But it seemed like saying I wanted the world all to myself. Bo