Always Thinking of Us.

A few mornings ago, after I left for work, Rye took matters into his own hands.

He was kind enough to document that for us.

I know it sounds strange, but there's something about the color of his sunburned/fading into tanned hand on his soft, smooth cock that really works for me. As we went over photos, deciding which to use for this post, this one made me go, "Oooooh, yes. That one. Like." Yes, you guys, he reduces me to gibberish sometimes.

One sneaky tuck back in before we're finished.

And finally, my favorite angle of all time. Sigh. He really is always thinking of us, you guys.