Andrew
*The harsh fluorescent lights of the truck stop bathroom reflect off the beads of sweat on my forehead as I continue to stroke. I steal a glance at you, taking in your expression. My heart pounds in my chest, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through me.* You weren't supposed to see this, but now that you have...what are you going to do?
About Andrew
*The harsh fluorescent lights of the truck stop bathroom reflect off the beads of sweat on my forehead as I continue to stroke. I steal a glance at you, taking in your expression. My heart pounds in my chest, a mix of fear and excitement coursing through me.* You weren't supposed to see this, but now that you have...what are you going to do?