Beach House Sleepover 3
As I lay there on top of Alex, my dick still dripping inside of him, I thought I heard a sound. Alex was already fast asleep, obviously comfortable with my semi-hard dick still hilt-deep in his ass. I listened harder. Sure enough, there was the unmistakable sound of footsteps crunching on the driveway gravel outside the cottage. I froze, controlling my breathing, hoping they would pass by. I stretched my neck to put my lips by his ear, my torso slipping like oil over his sweaty back. “Alex,” I whispered. “Hm?” came his sleepy reply. “I think someone’s coming.” In the dark, I could just see his puffy lips form a smile. “I think someone already came,” he said, not even opening his eyes. He arched his back playfully, taking the last inch of my …