Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I’d somehow ended up at a friend’s backyard BBQ, half-listening to a conversation about the merits of different BBQ sauces. That’s when I noticed him leaning against the grill with his shirt sleeves rolled up. His fingers were absently toying with a set of tongs, just as I noticed the sunlight glinting off his wedding ring. Not that I was ogling, of course. I was just appreciating the way his hands moved. When our eyes met, he raised an eyebrow and I froze.
He ambled over, clutching a plate of ribs like a peace offering, and we fell into that classic small-talk rhythm. Compliments on the food, jokes about the humidity, a shared eye-roll at someone’s questionable ketchup-to-mayo ratio. But then, out of nowhere, he asked, “You ever fix a leaky faucet?” and I blinked, because what? “No,” I said, laughing. “I just turn off the water and pretend it’s not dripping.” He chuckled, of course.
Backyard BBQ BJ
Sometime between the third drink and the moon rising, we’d migrated to the porch swing with our knees brushing under the guise of “accidental” proximity. He was talking about plumbing again. How it was like therapy, untangling problems one wrench at a time. When he paused mid-sentence to scratch the back of his neck, I wondered what those fingers could do to a girl like me if they weren’t busy fixing everything.
The next thing I knew, he’d reached over and his fingers brushed my wrist as he “accidentally” knocked my empty glass onto the floor. “I’m sorry Darlin’.” He said it with the most gorgeous Southern drawl. I was so startled I didn’t even flinch when he used that same hand to tilt my chin up and grazed my jawline with his thumb like he was testing the alignment of something. I should’ve pulled away, but instead I tilted closer and he laughed as his fingers slid through my hair, gentle as a corkscrew loosening a stubborn bottle.
I gave him a sly smile as I unzipped his jeans and reached inside to grab ahold of his cock. It was thick, thicker than any other I’d encountered anyway, and full of veins. I spent the next hour licking, sucking, and swirling my tongue around his shaft, edging him over and over as he moaned.
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