Michael Haynes

When I woke up the next morning, my rock-hard erection could not be ignored. As I started stroking him, my mind reviewed the events of the last couple of days. Mouth fucking, ass fucking, cum juice dribbling everywhere, sex with a guy, sex in public. My mind flitted among so many images, it was difficult to focus on just one. Oddly, it was the image of Carla, on her ass fucking rig, in the restaurant kitchen, bent over with her whole fuckbox glistening wet and waiting to be ravished that did it. In real life I had been unwilling or unable to perform with kitchen help watching. Not this morning. My mind saw me drop my drawers and pull out my dick, now half hard from the visage of her hairy fuckbox. In my fantasy, I grabbed some lube and