a 100 word flasher by Julius
copyright 2004
I wear them when we walk around the lake. They're cooler, kind of convenient.
There's a bench we sit at.
"Why the sunscreen? We already did that."
"Special treatment," she says deftly working my cock out. The handling has me erect.
She squeezes a long worm of sunscreen, "Gotta look after this guy."
The cream is too thick and her hand drags my cock's tight skin. It feels wonderful, pussylike but tighter, wickedly tighter.
In moments I come, out of her fist, over her knee. A buttercup droops, come-blobbed.
"Perfect fertiliser," she murmurs.
God, I love these pocketless shorts.
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