"Got tired of playing straight jock for your girlfriend, so you decided to call me over, huh?" I joked breathlessly.I couldn't help but moan as Carlos gripped the fullness of my right cheek in his beefy, calloused hand; his middle finger eagerly probing between my cheeks.
"We're not fucking though, I've got class at two." I protested as I nestled my head against his bare chest, while my hands explored his muscled shoulders and biceps. I always felt so small and fragile in his presence; the way he towered over me at 6'4 while I was barely 5'5 standing up straight. If he really wanted to he could have pinned me down and fucked me anyway.
"Your loss." Carlos chuckled as he kissed the top of my head, which sent shivers down my spine. I could feel the bulge of his cock against my stomach. I could even feel it throb.
"We're not fucking though, I've got class at two." I protested as I nestled my head against his bare chest, while my hands explored his muscled shoulders and biceps. I always felt so small and fragile in his presence; the way he towered over me at 6'4 while I was barely 5'5 standing up straight. If he really wanted to he could have pinned me down and fucked me anyway.
"Your loss." Carlos chuckled as he kissed the top of my head, which sent shivers down my spine. I could feel the bulge of his cock against my stomach. I could even feel it throb.