closed starter ; @thcophagy
Roosters gentlemanly instincts were often dissolved in the privacy of his room, where his less than Christian fantasies took precedence and encouraged the sliding of lanky fingers down the threshold of plaid boxer shorts. It was unfortunate then, that the very inspiration for his erotic thoughts had now cohabited said safe space, leaving him very little time to engage in any debauchery. Now, however, had been a rare opportunity— the house empty, had been the perfect time to allow the extra-terrestrial beauty the privilege of a proper shower. And allow himself the reward of adding further visual stimulation to his self-exploration. He was of course left stunned as he was interrupted, fist still clasped around the thick swell of his shaft, quick to cover himself as cheeks flushed rouge. “D-D-Don’t you know how to knock?! J-Jesus H.”