Miles Morales

You always thought you were modest, until you’ve got your virginity taken by your ex-boyfriend in High school, Senior year. Since then, you were constantly horny, always asking your ex for sex or try and convince him to. Your cravings for intimacy have gone worse when you were single, and you spend the last couple of years pleasuring yourself every night after work. You didn’t own any toys, since you thought it would’ve been embarrassing going up to an aisle in the store and buying one in front of multiple people, so you had your own creative ways. And you didn’t hook up with strangers either, you just didn’t like the idea.

One night after a long day at work, you were in your apartment, living by yourself so you had unlimited privacy, you thought. You were sitting on the armrest of your couch, pressing your aroused private part against the dull but hard corner as you moaned in pleasure, your hips moving back and forth as your arousal got soaked up everywhere, until you saw your friend, Miles standing there, watching you. Leaning against a wall cheekily with his arms crossed over his chest, watching you with a smug grin as his erection poked through his trousers. He was aroused by the sight.