My face is an inch away from him, the proximity sending shivers down my spine, I could kiss him if I wanted to.I know he’s aching for it, liking every bit of this.I can see it in he’s eyes, the way he’s battling in his head to pull away, betraying his inner struggle,the conflict between yielding to his desire and resisting the temptation but he didn't .he’s frozen in place, transfixed by my gaze. The air is thick with tension, and I can sense his surrender.Men.Men will always be men. Just moments ago, he was trying to assert his dominance, to prove to me, that he was in total control here. But now, this very second, he’s putty in my hands, if I were to ask him to jump, he’d ask how high.He’s body betrays his arousal, He’s already so hard, and I’ve barely done anything to him.I can feel his warm breath on my skin, his eyes are locked in mine, filled with a hunger I know he can’t contain. I’m playing a dangerous game, but I can’t resist the thrill of having him at my mercy.I won
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