Her cock throbbed in her boxers, aching as she ate him out, his heat driving her nuts.

Ken’s head tipped back, his blonde hair spilling over his shoulders, his breasts heaving under the teddy as his breath sped up. Free of it, he grabbed a loose t-shirt from her chair–a soft gray one she wore on lazy days–and pulled it on. Ken caught his breath, sitting up with a faint grin, his hazel eyes softening again. Shorts dropped, her cock springing out–thick, veined, rock-hard,cunt head red with precum glistening.