Justin lounged alone in his dimly lit apartment, the evening quiet broken only by his racing pulse. At 18, the blond singer with piercing hazel eyes had stolen Hanna's silky panties during their last hangout—his best friend, fierce and unyielding. He pressed them to his nose, inhaling her scent deeply. 'Fuck, Hanna, you drive me wild,' he muttered, his cock already hard and throbbing. In his mind, he conjured scenarios, talking dirty to the empty room. 'Imagine you catching me like this, you strong-willed vixen. You'd smirk and say, "Justin, you naughty boy, but I own this moment." His hand stroked his hard length as he imagined sucking from her full breasts, tongue swirling while she laughed wickedly, not submissive at all. "Suck harder, but remember, I'm in charge," she'd quip sharply. Justin panted, horny beyond belief, his cock dripping pre-cum. He pictured her pushing him down, her ass grinding against him as she demanded a blowjob, her pussy wet and dripping with desire. Sweating, he built the fantasy: Hanna straddling him, witty banter flying—"Your hazel eyes can't hide how much you want my cum," she'd tease. He came hard, cum spilling over his fist, the explosive tension leaving him panting for the real encounter ahead.
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