He was laying languidly, legs splayed, pelvic thrust invitingly, chest flush, a languid hand scrunching his shaft. His cock was an invitation to a tease, and I was on fire! I wanted nothing more than to grab it, feel it pulsing in my hand, roughly, yet passionately, feeling its velvet heat against my palm. I wanted to sink into bliss, with his cock driving me to the edge.