I plopped down on the worn couch in front of the TV, scrolling through my phone to pass the time. Gay porn The heat from his skin seared through the fabric of his sweatpants, and my palm tingled with the promise of what lay beneath.My hand was now resting almost on top of his thigh, the fabric of his sweatpants stretched taut over his muscular quad. He looked up from the TV, his gaze meeting mine with a knowing grin, but again, he didn’t say a word. He noticed my reaction, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he took a step closer to me. different about the way his sweatpants hung. The engine of my car hummed gently as I approached the college town, the sun dipping low in the sky, painting the horizon with a warm orange glow. “You’re easy to read, you know that?”I blushed, but didn’t answer, because Atlas didn’t give me the chance. His touch was surprisingly gentle, considering the size of his fingers, and the way he explored me had my eyes rolling back in my head. “And that from a guy whos known to talk more than a parrot with a Twitter account…” I commented before I could stop myself.
