Think something else, Ethan ...

Think something else ...

Don't think about Sandra ...

Ethan said the phrase over and over again silently, like a mantra, trying to get Sandra out of his mind.

As long as he knew Sandra, never once did it cross his mind that he would imagine Sandra in his imagination.

He focused his mind on the blow job given by Alan. The sensation of Alan's tongue as it teased the penis with its tongue made Ethan couldn't help but let out a low sigh.

He closed his mouth with his ...