Quinton Rowe

glance at Heather's sleeping face, I start jerking off. My fingers move up and down the warm shaft, the movement slowly at first but soon quickening in pace. The sound of my palm hitting the base of my cock echos in the room like small slaps. My balls pull up at ever jerk. The hairy sack is filled with cum and I try pulling at it to make it go quicker, I was left on the edge without relief. It made me gasp and swear beneath my breath. " Come on," I whisper and press the back of my head into the pillow, trying to think of something sexy, my