Jude’s cock is hard, a fine large imprint in his jeans, it shares space with his muscular thigh because he has too much length, girth and piercings to occupy the crotch comfortably like most men do.

He enjoys chasing me. It’s as plain as the handsome on his face.

I back away slowly, each step inside the bedroom inches me further away from him. His gaze intensifies. “Stop playing, come over here right now.”

“No way! I’m on the edge,” I mimic his tone, “do you remember the rest of what you told me?”

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