I looked at the group of women surrounding Jennifer, their eyes flicking between me and me with a mix of curiosity and hunger. The way they teased her, the way their gazes lingered on me—it was clear they weren't just making small talk. They were sizing me up, imagining what it would be like to have me. And fuck, the thought sent a rush of adrenaline through me.
But then it hit me—this face, Mike's face, was just a mask. What if I had shown up as myself? What if I had walked in here with my real face, the one that had women throwing themselves at me without a second thought?
These MILFs would've been all over me in an instant, their hands clawing at my suit, their lips whispering filthy promises in my ear. The thought alone made my cock twitch, the fantasy of it all playing out in my mind like a dirty movie.
