‘I like to imagine Connor walking out of the bathroom after taking a shower, water droplets are slowing rolling down his chest and he’s drying his hair with his towel. The towel that would normally be around his waist. The droplets are leading my eyes down his toned chest and to his already hard cock that swings with each step he takes towards me. “I couldn’t help but think of you while I was showering. I wanted to call you into shower but I figured I could handle it on my own, but I was wrong.”’

Confession [@macadamians]