Start touching yourself think about Luke
From Create Your Own Story
You stretch out on the bed, your head sinking into the pillow. Your hand trails slowly down your chest, fingers tracing idle patterns before slipping beneath the waistband of your jeans. The button pops open with practiced ease, followed by the rasp of the zipper. You shove your underwear down just enough to free your cock—already half-hard, thick and curving slightly to the left, the flushed head glistening.
Palm wrapping around yourself, you picture Luke—the way his abs flex when he laughs, the sweat-damp hollow of his throat. You imagine dragging your tongue down that taut stomach, fingers digging into the denim straining over his ass. The fantasy burns hotter with each stroke, your grip tightening, balls drawing up as your hips twitch into your fist.
Then—the creak of the front door. Boots on hardwood. "Hello? Anyone home?" A voice echoes up the stairs. You go rigid, jeans tangled around your thighs, cock still throbbing in your grip.
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