Jake had learned a long time ago that sleepless nights were best spent masturbating. Worse case scenario, he had some fun to pass the time. Best case scenario, he would quickly fall asleep after spending those last shreds of energy and embracing the hormonal rush that came afterwards.
Normally he would consider a video or picture as a visual aid, but he didn't want to run the battery down on his phone. Nor did he want the women upstairs to hear anything. He doubted they would anyway, considering they were giggling up a storm and the sound was loud enough to just barely drift down the stairs towards his place on the couch.
He closed his eyes and slipped his hand into his pants, taking a firm hold of himself. He gave it some primer tugs to warm it up. after the blood was flowing again, Jake unleashed his monster once again.
The first image that popped in Jake head was that maria plump ass. Then Jake recalls the round tan boobs of Carla. Finally, Jake moved onto Sarah. Unlike the other two girls Jake mind stopped its roaming at Sarah. Perhaps it was because he could hear her most clear from upstairs, or perhaps because they'd had the most history. He began to think of her at the beach, the way she'd looked at him when Maria had pulled his shorts down. The way she looked in her beach outfit, the way he remembered her practicing dance over the years. The lustful way she looked at him during the game.
The growth came quickly, but Jake began to slow down, as so to savor these thoughts.
[even slowing down, this orgasm has been building too long.]
[Jake is the master of his snake and is able to control it a bit longer.]
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