I didn’t expect my evening to involve a man like Mark. I made Mark drop his water, drenching his shirt, but Mark just laughed. My washing machine was the perfect excuse to get Mark out of that wet shirt and admire his abs. I hadn’t realized Mark’s pants were soaked, too, but I wasn’t complaining. When my fingers brushed against the fabric of Mark’s underwear, I found it dry, but I had to be sure. I pulled Mark closer, my hand resting on his ass, feeling him shift against me. I could feel how hard Mark was already. We had time before the cycle finished. I suggested to Mark that if we needed to pass the time, my cock would love the attention of Mark’s mouth.
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