The Postman
I have my sofa backed up to the large picture window at the front of my living room. My mailbox is right next to the window. Each morning I see the postman as he rides his bike right past the window to deposit what mail he has for me. I have gotten used to the routine and barely give it any notice. One day, I was viewing porn online. My computer screen was facing the window. I had lost track of the time and had my cock in hand, massaging it and squeezing some precum from the swollen...