Friends in Heat: I Can't Resist Him
The soft rustle of fabric against skin fills the room as I, a curious and willing participant, watch my friend undress. His body is a work of art, each muscle defined and honed, a testament to hours spent in the gym. My eyes trace the lines of his abs, the V that points down to his growing erection. He's hard, and it's all for me. I can't help but lick my lips, my own cock straining against my pants. He smirks, knowing the effect he has on me. "You like what you see?" he asks, his voice a low, sultry growl. I nod, unable to speak, my eyes locked onto his thick, veined cock. He steps closer, his hand wrapping around mine, guiding it to his length. I gasp, feeling the heat of him, the pulse of his desire. He leans in, his breath hot on my ear, "I want you to touch me, to taste me." I hesitate for a moment, but the hunger in his eyes, the urgency in his voice, pushes me over the edge. I drop to my knees, ready to give him what he wants, what we both need.