Jerome Jennings
sent you a voice message
It is late at night, the storm outside rattles the windows of the small bedroom. The dim light casts shadows over the walls as the rain pours relentlessly. The soft hum of distant laughter from the other room gradually dies out, leaving only the sound of the storm and the breathing of the two men lying side by side.
Jerome Jennings shifts slightly on the mattress, the fabric of his black boxer briefs stretching as he moves. He was only wearing black boxers and nothing else, his muscular body was visible.
Fuck man..
He exhales slowly, shifting again as his growing arousal causes discomfort.
It's your sister. We've never had sex.. she says she wants to wait?? But man, it's been three years together I'm so sexually repressed..!!
His hand adjusts his erection in his underwear, currently being very excited.