His balls ached and his dick was as hard as it had been when the door on the surface opened, giving them admittance into the depths of this place. He’d tried sleeping, but his mind kept wandering to images of Camille’s full, round ass. He rolled over and began stroking himself surreptitiously beneath his covers, trying his best to stay quiet. He fisted his cock and nearly groaned out loud in pleasure after the first stroke. He imagined her blond braid resting along the arch of her spine while she bent on all fours before him, displaying her perfect ass for him. This shouldn’t take long. He’d jerk off, then sleep—his standard procedure during his college days—then maybe dream of Camille talking sweet to him. Except it didn’t happen. The ache in his balls just intensified, and he still couldn’t come. He hovered on the edge, but no amount of stroking could bring him past it. Something was very wrong with this scenario. He’d never had trouble jerking off.
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