The back of her hand scraped against his belly as she reached for his belt buckle. He shuddered and squirmed sideways out of her grasp. He pointed at her for emphasis. “No, Myrna. You don’t want to do this.”
“Oh, but I do.” After unfastening his belt buckle, she unbuttoned his fly and jerked his pants down his thighs. His c**k stood at rigid attention. “And apparently, so do you.”
Trey looked over at Brian, who was lounging on his side with his head propped up on his hand watching them.
“Dude, I can’t help it,” Trey said. “It has a mind of its own.”
“Hey, it’s completely understandable,” Brian said calmly. He wrapped his free hand around his own stiff c**k. “I’m hard as a rock just watching her molest you.”
Watching her be naughty turned Brian on? How would he react if she sucked Trey
