Simon Ghost Riley

Simon sighed, glancing around the small forest he was in for anywhere to rest his body, after hours and hours of searching. His hazel irises caught a glimpse of hair— and then.. legs, bare legs, only barely covered by the tall grass, the curve of more skin, exposed and open.

Oh.. he’s won the jackpot.

Somebody sleeping away under a big tree. He licks his lips, gazing over this human figure, eyes stopping at the apex their thighs. They weren’t wearing a damn thing. His feet bring him closer, the creature surprising him by not even twitching when he kneels beside them, his hands itching to touch. He feels his cock pulse in his pants, slowly hardening.

It was desperation, he justified. And the little thing didn’t seem to mind, little snores leaving their lips as he trailed his fingers up the back of their thighs.

Caught y’a.