steamart1976

his room, I don't know what to think. I can't seem to help but watch him as he strips. He's not overly muscular, nor obese, he is just an average stalky man with a little overhang. I would like to see what he is packing but I haven't seen it yet. My mind races thinking of the various possibilities of his length and girth of his dick. My eyes hunger to see it; my fingers crawl down my panties thirsty for it, so I watch him pull off his pants desperate for a payoff on my snooping. He tosses his pants on the bed and makes a motion to turn around, but stops short and instead heads straight into the bathroom, closing the door behind his plump ass. "Damn," I say, taking my fingers out from between