"Well, if you insist." Xander tore his shirt off and threw it to the floor.
"Trousers, too, Mr. Man." Chloe nodded at his legs. The trousers came off, leaving him sitting in his white boxers.
He leaned in and kissed her neck, setting her off immediately. No longer constricted to the confines of a car, her limbs were free to splay as freely as they could.
And splay, they did.
Chloe’s legs opened instinctively, threatening to split the seam on her skirt. So, that item of clothing came off just as quick as the rest of her get-up.
Xander looked her up and down as he held her delicate frame in his hands. She wasn’t well-endowed, but it didn’t matter to Xander.
Chloe was a vision of utter perfection, not least in the complexion of her skin. His hands flipped over as he felt around her nake
