“Please…” He whispered while panting lustily as he was gripped onto his own crotch. Tears of sweat fell down his body, his face and ears looking flushed. It was a sight you would have never expected to see.

Choso said he would make it past November, sounding confident that he wouldn’t give into “no nut November”, but seeing you in tight clothes set him off.

He was on his knees in front of you, looking at you with his begging eyes, while you sat on the couch looking at him in disbelief.