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I know that’s what you do. Whimpering, covering your mouth with a pillow or a shirt, maybe even slipping a few fingers in your hole as you pump that cock until you make a complete fucking mess of yourself. You force yourself to imagine those digits as my cock, but knowing deep down it can’t compare to the real thing, the thing you’re too afraid to act on.
I want you to keep imagining, boy. Just for a little longer. Touch yourself, knowing this body, this belly and this cock are just outside your reach.