“Yeah. Gay porn The zipper glides down with a low, steady zzzzip. we’re married. I mean, I’ve seen it before. Every part of me. Nice and slow.”I swallow, my throat suddenly dry. He kissed my forehead and said, “I can wait, Counselor. My husband… Everyone stares. the bulge. He palms it lazily, squeezing a little, showing off the heft.The way the fabric gives under his grip makes me dizzy.“You always wear those compression shorts at the gym,” I say hoarsely. “Yes. I mean… just warm. Girls. Every muscle flows into the next. The zipper glides down with a low, steady zzzzip. Just a few inches at first, catching on his hips like even his pants don’t want to let go of him.That’s when I see it. the whole cock flops out. I mean, I’ve seen it before. Everyone stares. Feel free to check it out. Hate to see a big ass like yours ruined by caramel drizzle.” I blinked. We kissed, made out, held each other at night, but I made it clear from day one: I was saving myself for marriage. In gym shorts. You wear those tight compression workout gear and fuck…everything is just… No more waiting. Thirty-three, an attorney, white male, kind of serious, kind of shy.
