I saw him at the 7-11. I had walked over from
the dorm to take a break from studying. He was about
17 or so. He was wearing shopworn, used, old jeans
that hugged his tight butt and legs. His basket was
clearly visible, hanging loosely in the denim. The
jeans and his work boots had stains in spots, evidence…
The near-naked domina smiled as she regarded her client’s dancing cock. He was bound to the low bench, face up. She had teased him past the point of distraction, and took pleasure in his frustrated groans. She knew he craved relief. They both knew that he craved even more to be inside her, to thrust […]