“Busy day out here.” He doesn’t acknowledge what you’re doing, but his stare is intense, and it fuels your arousal, making you feel dirtier, more brazen.Your right hand moves slowly, rubbing your sissy clitty with measured, teasing strokes, the precum making everything slick and sensitive. He doesn’t mention what just happened, but the weight of his stare says enough, and it makes you flush deeper, a shy smile tugging at your lips.“Y-yeah,” you murmur, your voice barely audible, as you reach down to tug your sweatpants back up, your fingers brushing the pink drawstring. Gay sex “Just… like to sit here sometimes.” A soft, involuntary moan escapes your lips, so quiet it’s nearly lost in the breeze, but his eyes flicker to you, a brief pause before he continues, his gaze now locked more on your lap than your face.“Looks like someone’s walkin’ their dog over there,” he says casually, nodding toward the far end of the lot where a man with a labrador is passing by.
