Page 71 of Valentino

He tips his head so that it leans back.

I should go back to bed, pretend that I know nothing because this is surely a serious invasion of privacy. But thirst has now turned to hunger.

His tongue darts out and swipes over his bottom lip and it’s like a hotline to my ovaries. My insides clench in appreciation.

As he runs his hand through his hair, his cock falls heavily between his legs, the weight in it more than any muscle could hold.

Oh….

The blood begins to drain from my face…my body…and straight down to between my legs.

Throb…throb…throb….

He really should consider a career change to porn; I don’t know anyone built like this. He’s rock hard, pulsing, and covered in veins, the kind that hit your G-spot every time.

Dear lord.

He spits in his hand as I feel all of the blood drain from my face and as my legs nearly buckle from beneath me I lean onto the wall for support.

He takes himself in his hand and slides up over the tip as he lets out a soft moan, and it’s all I can do not to rush over and drop to my knees between his legs.

The girl begins to moan, the dildo disappears into her body and she takes it all.

He begins to stroke himself.

Oh….

His strokes get harder, stronger, almost violent.

His behind begins to lift from the bed. “Fuck.” He begins to moan.

Perspiration dusts my skin as I hold my breath.

“Oh yeah….” He tips his head back and….

Oh my God.

“Hmm,” he whispers, his hand is working violently, the sound of his saliva slurping between his fingers.

For ten minutes I stand in the darkness as he punishes himself, works that cock so damn hard that I’m scared he might break it. The lubricant sings as he pants and moans and dear Lord…. This is the hottest thing that has ever happened to me in my entire life. His jerks get harder; my eyes get wider….

Magical white semen flies across his chest, he’s panting from orgasm, while I’m panting from the shadows.

Together in this moment but with completely different experiences.

He’s satiated.

The need in me to be ridden is so strong that I’d kill for it.

I turn and tiptoe back to my room, hovering somewhere between heaven and hell.

I dive under the blankets and pull them up over my head, disgusted with myself.

I did not need to see that, as if this situation isn’t confusing enough.

A vision of him ejaculating flashes before my eyes and I feel it down below.

My God….