Six more from Incidental Contact. The town's biggest playboy has started to have performance issues. Okay, yeah, so I'm grinning.
He might even say that unexpected romp was better than the sex…but then again, he hadn’t had sex, had he? Fucking limp bastard. What the hell was up with his cock? In the pool, with Amy squirming in his arms like a turned-on teddy bear, begging him with her eyes—nothing.
Nothing below the waist. His brain conjured the intense ripple of pleasure from sliding into the heat of her tight pussy, but the sensation—and act—was limited to his skull.
Gotta be stress.