Jensen Ackles Is Ready to Play

“Imagine it,” Jensen murmured, looking at you, his voice dropping to a husky rasp as his fingers traced the veined ridge of his shaft. “Sliding my dick past your lips first, nice and slow, so you can taste me. Feel the weight of it on your tongue.” His thumb pressed against the head, rubbing in slow circles. “Then, I’d push inside you. Inch by inch. You’d take it so well for me, wouldn’t you? Even when it hurts. Even when you’re sobbing around my cock, begging me to go deeper.”