Creamy, caramel-colored skin, full breasts with succulent nipples just begging to be sucked—his dick thickened as every ounce of blood in his body drained to it. He watched her slowly slide her skirt down her lush thighs, her hand modestly covering her soft mound. Her heady essence swirled around him, and he could guess the witnesses were stirred too. He bit off a curse, wanting to smash the glass and every one of them with it. But for her, he would make this obscene show-and-tell as quick and easy as possible. When she shook her long blond hair from her bare shoulders and stood tall and proud before him, with her chin high, her eyes moist with frustrated tears, he lost a piece of his hard heart to her. She was beautiful. Breathtaking and proud. She deserved so much more than him. And yet—Jesus Christ, his dick hurt it was so swollen. He reached out to her and pulled her into the circle of his arms. He fought a colossal battle.
