"Sounds good," he says, startling me by his proximity. I didn't hear him follow me into the kitchen. Grabbing two beers from the fridge, I hand him one and open the other one, taking a long swallow. I swish the beer around in my mouth, hoping it will remove any remnants of Jeremy's c*m before he kisses me. If... he kisses me.
"So, how did you get Jeremy to overcome his shyness?" he asks, his eyes focusing on my hard n*****s, emphatically embossed on the front of my tank top.
"Finally put my psychology degree to use," I answer, not to mention the t**s you're staring at. I look at my beer bottle, tearing at the corners of the label as my eyes take in the bulge forming in his shorts. My juices are gushing into my panties as I lean back against the countertop, stretching the thin material of
