Pegging Pleasure POV – Mars Solo Is in Anticipation for Cowboy Strap-on to Come Home, He Ends up Late

All day long I’m on edge, my mind flickering between chores, my skin prickling with anticipation. I keep glancing at the clock, counting the minutes until Cowboy Strapon’s boots hit the landing outside our apartment. My harness is already out of the drawer, laid across the bed like a dare. I pace the living room, rehearsing what I’ll say, how I’ll say it, the way I’ll make him drop to his knees and tell me how much he wants it. He’s five minutes late, which is just enough time for my excitement to twist into something sharper, almost mean. When the door opens, I’m already halfway across the room, harness buckled tight around my hips, the thick silicone cock jutting out like a threat. He stops just inside the threshold, grins, and tips his hat as if he’s walked into a high-stakes saloon. He sinks, hands trembling as I circle him, relishing the way his ass flexes, how vulnerable he looks with his back arched, waiting. I kneel behind, tracing my fingers down his spine, making him to shive