You’ve noticed several times that Chris’ cock has remained in a constant state of erection, precum oozing down the throbbing shaft. Not very sexy, but you figured he had something more in store.
Your blouse fell to the floor as the last button was undone, followed by your pencil shirt. Your encouragement, and dirty talk seemingly feeding into the moment as your breasts are massaged and squeezed and teased. The best you got was the shadow of a figure. Desiring more you take a long dreg from the glass, dowing nature’s nectar in a gulp or two. You look him up and down, and his cock is swollen and stiff. For a second you think he wants something in return, and angle yourself to take his cock. But his expression , while pleasant was even more mysterious, as a smile touched his lips and a soft chuckles shook his belly. A slender shampoo bottle was nearby, it could do ni ely to fill your ache pussy. Dover down your spine, and a longing moan of pleasure escapes your lips. Your free hand pulls your blouse apart further, exposing your chest further, the rise finding its way to your bosom. The water was running streams down your entire shaped body.
