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 …