"Once I finished with the food I covered the lid and set it to stew for a few minutes. I turned but before I could try to leave he pulled me into the living room and sat me down on the couch."
She was blushing deeply, fidgeting in her seat as she explained it, "H-He kept playing with my boobs, and I just sat there, frozen. He stopped for a second and quickly pulled his shorts down, and his honker flopped out."
I, inexplicably, started getting hard again - hanging on every word of hers.
Her blush was deep, her eyes avoiding mine, "He asked me if I liked it."
My throat was suddenly dry, "Keep going Isabella. What did you say?"
"... I... I told him I loved how big it was." she paused, and blushed even deeper. "He grabbed my hand and slowly brought it down to him. I don't know
