A Sercet Sock

On date nine, Greg’s got two socks down there, and he’s awkwardly situated beside Laura, far enough from the table that, should she look down, she’d see his huge package. Greg crosses and uncrosses his legs a lot, lagging conspicuously between re-crossings.

Laura’s invited him in. While she’s in the kitchen, pouring wine, his hand is down his pants, pushing that bulge together, rubbing the socks against himself.

In bed, he quickly pushes the socks out with his pants. After Laura takes off her shirt, and before she can turn away, Greg notices white socks spilling out of her bra.

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Title by: Pony
Story by: Nick

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