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He felt so dirty. What would you say if you walked in, caught him in the act? He wondered if you would be disgusted with him, if you'd yell at him, if the whole house would hear as you tore him a new one.
He wondered this as he gave himself another rough tug with his left hand, his right delicately holding the thong borrowed from your dirty laundry close to his nose and mouth. He inhaled the scent of it while he thought about how soft the material it was, how it would compare to your skin, how cute it must be when you're wearing it, how fun it would be to give it a playful little pull and hear it gently snap against your flesh. He tried to use the thong to muffle his moans and gasps and prayed no one would walk past his room.
Jerking a bit harder and faster now, he allows himself a fantasy where you're not sickened by his sneaky pleasures. He imagines you stumbling upon him in the act, your panties practically in his mouth, Shai Hulud tumescent in his hand but you don't react in abject horror. You instead blush, and you smile as you walk over to him on his bed..you wrap your hand around his girth and kiss the tip, before wrapping your lips around him- "AHHNnn.."
Right as he imagines how your tongue would feel on the underside of his cock, he cums onto his stomach..he just can't last very long when he thinks of you. He lays his head back and sighs, but can't enjoy the afterglow for long. Embarassed by his own quickness and feeling some of his previous guilt creep back up over him, he tells himself he'll make it up to you. He'll ask you what you'd like for dinner, he'll order your favorite takeout and watch a movie with you, your pick. He'll help you grind in that game later, he'll make himself useful to you and everything will work out. Maybe he'll even finally ask you to go on a real date? As if someone as sweet as you would want anything to do with a dirty old pervert like him..
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As your ear is pressed against his door, it suddenly becomes quiet in his room. His desperate panting and the creaking of his mattress springs have stopped, signifying he's finished. You carefully scurry back to your own room before you can be seen or heard, a smile on your face. The bear has taken the bait. You knew he wouldn't be able to resist it, left dangling so enticingly from your laundry basket. As you flop onto your bed with satisfaction and reach over to your nightstand to retrieve your favorite vibrator, you feel a bit of guilt, tricking such a sweet, darling man..you started to think of all the ways you would make it up to him.