Jun 18
he is soooo into your thighs. feeling your skin squeezed by his hands and wondering just how warm it is, so good to touch. he wonders too how the warmth seeps through him, slowly weaving his breath into a ragged mess and his temples are sweating. throat dry and tongue moist as if hunger melts with unspoken want. meanwhile you’re on the phone unaware of his ache, completely at your mercy, giving you such a pathetic and pleading look as he gives another squeeze to your thighs, firmer, an addict.
