retrosex

. His hands found my hair, and wound themselves through the silky curls, using it to pull my head further into his groin. But through the pretense I knew he was wondering how far I would go with that left hand of mine. We would have torn at each other then and there but for the loud DING of the elevator as it came to a halt and the doors slid open. I remembered a similar circumstance in the distant but recently-remembered (heh) when the roles had been reversed. Part of the pleasure of. retrosex. His hands found my hair, and wound themselves through the silky curls, using it to pull my head further into his groin. But through the pretense I knew he was wondering how far I would go with that left hand of mine. We would have torn at each other then and there but for the loud DING of the elevator as it came to a halt and the doors slid open. I remembered a similar circumstance in the distant but recently-remembered (heh) when the roles had been reversed. Part of the pleasure of. His hands found my hair, and wound themselves.