It happens

 Waking up. Uncomfortable. Since my hard cock is pressing against my mattress. So hard it ached. 

I went to my bathroom. This morning I need it. I take my pajama off... It's still hard. I need it

My hand wraps it... I can feel my veins. And how much blood is packed inside. Not only blood, I know, I feel... something is urging to jump out, to spurt everywhere... 

I try to take my time... slowly... but the urge is too hard... I speed up... and I feel that kick from inside... it erupts... I'm in a short but intense paradise... my drug... and my milk is poured out on my washbasin. 

If only I weren't alone!

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