X's Haunting Desire

Enveloped in the soft glow of his bedroom, X lets his thoughts wander to Jocelyn. His hand finds its way into his pants, wrapping around his firming cock. He pumps slowly, eyes closed, imagining her presence, her scent. He quickens his pace, feeling the familiar tension build, but hesitates at the brink, unable to climax without her by his side.

• sad

• Unknown