For months after she left him, he was in a deep funk. He only left the house to go to work. He tried to improve, knew he had a problem, deleted Johannah as a friend and dumped all of his photos of her; however, as much as he tried, each time he heard her come and go, the sound of her heels or boots on those marble floors, his heart would race and his cock would grow. And then he would take his shaft in his hand, moan her name again, and cum, dreaming of being inside of her. XXX The air on the sixth floor was stagnant and still. It got to the point where he would stare intensely at a photograph of her- her mouth open in a soft “O”, a tiny t-shirt hugging her breasts- and explode in a sticky, hot eruption, continue




















