Back from a run.
Thighs burning.
Cock straining against these tight compress shorts.
This isn’t for you.
It’s because of you.
Pictured your eyes on me…
You on your knees, licking sweat off my thighs.
Tongue tracing my seam, smelling my dick through the fabric…
So go ahead.
Breathe in. One more time.
Be free. Intoxicate yourself.
Ask for more.