Chapter 880 Sick In The Head++ 8

• The look in Jason's eyes is strange, hungry. He lowers his pants so his boxers remain, tenting outwards and barely shrouding the erect focus in the room. His clothes vanish and just his tented shorts stick out before us. He pulls down on them, and I can't be any more desperate to see his hard cock.
• "First the blindfold," comes Kara's voice, just as the rock-hard flesh is about to spring out. My sight vanishes and I can see nothing.
• "Nooo," I wail as Kara cuts off my sight, "let me see it, please!"