Guess who's back!
Chris masturbating to you omllll
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Chris bit his lip as he unbutton his jeans, lip bitten hard enough to the point of almost drawing blood. He felt guilty, getting ready to jerk off to the thought of you, his best friend. A shutter ran through his body as he awkwardly pushed his jeans to mid thigh and ran a hand over his boxer clad cock.
Swallowing thickly, he watched as a small damp patch spread where the tip of his leaky cock pressed against his too tight underwear. He gasped as he pulled his cock out, the colder air of his room, biting at the flushed flesh of his member.
He wanted it to be your hand, to feel you touching him, and sure, he knew he shouldn't be thinking about you this way, but it was so hard not to.. much like him.
He gave his cock a few strokes, he watched the pearly precum drop out of the slit and drool down the side. He let out a small whine as he pumped himself, he covered his mouth and let his glasses go askew.
"Fu- nghhh- fuck!"
His words were muffled against his hand as he continued to jack himself off, eyes fluttering and his pace quickening. He felt dirty, but so, so good.
God, it had only been a few minutes of stroking himself and he was already close, pathetic, nearly cumming so early. Dirty images of you flashed in his head, damn his stupid imagination..
"Ungh! God- fuckfuckfuck!"
His balls tightened as a thick rope of his cum spurted out of his cock, covering his hand in his spend. He stroked himself through his orgasm, his chest heaving as sweat slicking his forehead.
His mind was hazy with post orgasm bliss as his head lulled back slightly. After the euphoria had subsided, he looked down at the mess he made with a sigh.
"I'm such a loser-"
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Gonna chew on him.
