His mop of wild brown hair peek around the door, his eyes swinging into view, before you see them widen. You take a step back, instinctively. The door swings open the rest of the way. He stands there in an un-ironed shirt, and a pair of boxer shorts. The toothbrush clenched between his teeth, and the white foam at his mouth complete the picture.
His lust clear just from his eyes alone. Your own body chooses that moment to betray you too. As you feel a wash of heat in your tummy. Even worse, you feel the twitching of unfamiliar muscles. A hunger.... a need .... a craving that only Joey can satisfy, your pulse races as you work out what will fill than need.
Your eyes drop to his crotch, ready to measure, ready to approve, eager to approve. You feel a submissiveness wish to freeze on the spot, to have him take you, control you. Make all your decisions for you. It's intoxicating in it's siren appeal. Your breathing slows as you look him over, as his masculine musky aroma reaches you.
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