“Stroke–slow this time.” He stepped closer, turning to give her a side view, his biceps flexing again as he crossed his arms, the teddy hanging loose around his hips.

She grabbed her cock again, her hand moving slow, her groan ragged as she stared–his breasts, his abs, his arms. He stared up at her–his own face–sweat-slick and flushed, her eyes wide and dazed in his male features.

Linda hovered over him, her weight braced on her arms–his arms–her breath ragged in his deeper register. His legs shook, the pantyhose trembling with him, the fabric slick with his release,Beautiful Girl and the sight–his body convulsing beneath her, her own face twisted in ecstasy–pushed her over.

She came with a roar, her voice breaking in his throat as her cock pulsed inside him, spilling hot and thick. What did you say right before it hit?”

Ken frowned, replaying the argument in his head.