Chapter 232 17

• Chapter 17
• In my fantasy, I grab all that long red hair and make a ponytail of it in my fist, pulling her head back and rubbing the head of my cock against the tiny, tight, wet entrance of her pussy. Before I can even imagine plunging myself into her, I come with a gasp, my hot, sticky seed spurting over my hand and euphoria washing over me in waves. I have to breathe deeply—one, two, three big gulps of air—as my heart rate comes back down to normal and the waves of heat pass over me.
• When I finally do wipe myself clean and roll over to sleep, it’s under a cloud of shame.