Drew is Temporcidal

Her eyes fluttered open. The poking had awoken her, of that Drew¬†was certain. Good thing she enjoyed what usually followed. Leaning back, she felt him move behind her, shifting to his back. “Still asleep,” she whispered, “but hard as a fucking rock.” Her eyes climbed the tent of the rumpled¬†white sheets over his midsection. In the darkness, the shrouded erection …