It was Saturday morning, and I was lying in my bed thinking about all the fun I had had last weekend, just thinking about Mary’s sweet red lips around my cock was enough to get my cock as hard as an iron bar. I heard my mom calling me down for breakfast, but I ignored her yelling. I grabbed a tissue and started my Saturday morning ritual. I spat on my hand before I started stroking my morning wood; it was much easier now that I had real-life images in my mind to think about as I wanked myself.I was...
