I envision a cocktail party, you looking even more smokin’ in a pale blue dress. You notice my tenting in my trousers as I’m holding your waist.
We are in a random conversation with a few guests, but you excuse us, leading me into an open unisex restroom.
You pull your “toy” out, standing behind me, stroking it vigorously. My moans echo off the walls.
You whisper, “White Rose,” as your toy erupts cumming on the floor.
You turn me around. I notice your lust-filled eyes. Naughty, as you bend down while you kiss your toy’s wet tip.
Then tucking my cock back into my pants, you ask, “Shall we return to the party?”
