"I'm feeling real slimy." He gulped the last of the water. "I'm gonna go
rinse off real quick. Make yourself at home." Without waiting he turned and
headed to the bedroom, pulling off clothes as he went.
I was opening the 'Hardcore' directory as soon as he was out of sight. I
was curious what other stuff he had! I was not disappointed. There was a
good deal of light bondage and toy action. A disproportionate amount was
shemale as well. As I flipped through the images my heart was pounding and
my cock was like a rock. It was as if he he had a visual collection of all
my deepest, darkest fantasies. I also noticed that in all of them there was
a young, smooth stud being serviced in some way by either shemales or women
in very submissive roles.
I had skimmed frantically through the entire directory and was going back
through it a second time when I realized the shower had stopped! I was in
the process of closing windows when I heard him chuckle.
"Hey, don't hurt yourself there!" He stood leaning against the door frame;
a towel wrapped around an obviously toned body. "I wouldn't keep 'em if I
didn't like 'em. So don't be embarrassed."
He strolled over and stopped just behind me. "Pretty hot, eh?" He said,
looking at the last window that I had open. It showed a voluptuous redhead,
lovingly nursing on an impressive tool. "It's the look on her face that
really says it all, I think." I could feel him leaning over my left
shoulder. His voice was low and breathy.
"Look at her full lips stretched around that hard cock." I found myself
transfixed by the large photo as he described the scene "There is the sheen
of cum and saliva all over her chin which shows that all she cares about is
pleasing her man."
I never heard him move, but realized his right hand was resting on my
hip. "Why don't you have a seat, it'd be more comfortable than hunching
over like that." He nudged my hip with his hand and I found myself sliding
down into the chair. He then reached over and zoomed the image full screen.
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