Derek reaches in and pulls you out of his bag without saying a word. His silence is terrifying as you try to gauge what is going on in that twisted mind of his.
Pushing the bag away, Derek drops you on his dirty mattress, the sheets are stained with years of sweat and sex. Derek towers over you, now in nothing more than jeans and a singlet. His dense armpit hair shows his masculinity.
He reaches down and peels off his singlet, standing topless before you, his boxers showing over his waist. His face is in a drowsy trance, his mouth slightly open between wet lips. He rubs your side with his finger as you take in the view of the well formed giant.
The silence is deafening. He gulps heavily before reaching for his belt with a thud the pants drop to the floor. Stepping out, he now stands before you in nothing more than a pair of dirty old boxers. He licks his lips once more as he
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