When your eyes meet mine, when you don’t look away….
My cock might be in your mouth. Or we could be twenty feet apart, in a public space.
What’s hot isn’t the part where our eyes meet, and lock. What’s hot is watching the tension mount, feeling it, in my eyes, yes, but in my cock, too, as you struggle not to look away, even as it becomes harder and harder not to, as you feel yourself transition from in control, comfortable, to helpless, vulnerable, desperate for relief.
Don’t look away.