Matthew set out the last of the sheets and whistled softly as he glanced across the coffee table - game night was set up, and it was geared to be a good night. Reference books sat stacked on one end, with the board in the middle and all the pieces set out already. He already knew who played what, but one figurine remained untouched; the voluptuous pale body of an elf, her body torqued back as she drew back an arrow in her bow. Snug in leaflike clothing that barely covered her heavy tits and curvy body, it was his secret indulgence when he had ordered all the figures for the group. He was definitely never going to play as her, but Vanessa Ravenhair's body had dominated his wet dreams since he first saw an illustration of her at fourteen, and he couldn't have skipped out on a chance to finally have a piece of her.
He glanced at the table, already set up, then at the figurine, and finally at the clock as he brushed dark blond hair out of his eyes. He had about fifty minutes before the rest of the crew was due to arrive, and he was running a little warm already.
Fuck it.
Clicking up a picture of the elven beauty, leaning forward to allow her luscious tits to spill out against her breast bindings, Matthew pulled his shirt up to reveal a flat ripple of muscle across his abdomen, then undid his pants and gripped his thick member, stroking it slowly as he closed his eyes. Lips pursed, he ran a finger along the pulsing vein underneath, then settled to a slow, rhythmic jerking at the base of his cock as he imagined those lush lips settling about the fat head atop his shaft, suckling softly.
He'd squeeze one out before they all got here, and then he'd be able to keep his mind on the game, instead of being a horndog all night like Johnboy.
He glanced at the table, already set up, then at the figurine, and finally at the clock as he brushed dark blond hair out of his eyes. He had about fifty minutes before the rest of the crew was due to arrive, and he was running a little warm already.
Fuck it.
Clicking up a picture of the elven beauty, leaning forward to allow her luscious tits to spill out against her breast bindings, Matthew pulled his shirt up to reveal a flat ripple of muscle across his abdomen, then undid his pants and gripped his thick member, stroking it slowly as he closed his eyes. Lips pursed, he ran a finger along the pulsing vein underneath, then settled to a slow, rhythmic jerking at the base of his cock as he imagined those lush lips settling about the fat head atop his shaft, suckling softly.
He'd squeeze one out before they all got here, and then he'd be able to keep his mind on the game, instead of being a horndog all night like Johnboy.
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