The mudroom still smells like your bag. I knew you were home but I couldn’t resist your jock buried in my face. My face is in it when I see you staring at me. My hand is in my shorts gripping my cock.
It’s-…I-…shit.
I freeze, unable to move. I’ve imagined this for months, but now that you’re standing here, I can’t move.
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