





Someone at work mentioned it was humpday, and I immediately thought of you sucking me. I smiled to myself and kept working. Then I couldn't stop thinking about you. I remembered how you held my thick cock at the base and marveled at its girth. While I was eating my lunch, I recalled how your throat stretched to accommodate my fat dick and I could feel my cock thickening again, rubbing against the fabric of my worn, sweaty underwear. When I got home, I still couldn't stop thinking of you. I remembered how you offered me your hole and how tight it was and the sounds you made and I had to release. I had to cum.