Chapter 44

• He was standing in the bathroom, holding the phone up to the mirror. His shirt was still on but pushed up over his head, and his pajama bottoms, the same ones he had on now, were pushed down just enough for his hand to plunge inside and pull out his dick. It appeared like some sort of magic trick. Safely tucked away, and then hello, massive, lovely penis! I’d seen it before, but I was still surprised by it.
• Moans, Tommy’s moans, filled my ears as the screen displayed a video of him, standing opposite the mirror, strong, proud, young, and so fucking gorgeous with one hand caressing his hardness.
• “This is yours, Darcy. For as long as you want it,” he whispered on the video.