[ Oh, God. Oh God oh God oh God, this is the kind of scenario Baby honestly only ever thought happened in American Pie. But here he is, a night he thought he'd be alone for, having settled down in bed, and made himself a nice little selection of moments from the past couple of weeks in his head, memories of Sansa shaking apart as she comes, of the flush in her cheeks as she begs for more, of the moments of boldness she showcased, letting him touch her, caress her, put his mouth on her...
It only took minutes for him to get fully hard, legs spread on his bedsheets and head tilted back, hand around his erection, loose and slow, her name on his lips like a mantra. And that situation is when the door opened, when the gasp happened, when Baby's eyes flew open and he immediately grabbed his sheets, pulling them haphazardly over his lap as he looked at Sansa, now in his room with the door shut behind her, his chest heaving and embarrassment creeping up red along his neck. ]
Oh no I'm - I'm sorry, I should have locked the door!
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It only took minutes for him to get fully hard, legs spread on his bedsheets and head tilted back, hand around his erection, loose and slow, her name on his lips like a mantra. And that situation is when the door opened, when the gasp happened, when Baby's eyes flew open and he immediately grabbed his sheets, pulling them haphazardly over his lap as he looked at Sansa, now in his room with the door shut behind her, his chest heaving and embarrassment creeping up red along his neck. ]
Oh no I'm - I'm sorry, I should have locked the door!