I am about to put on a bath for her when suddenly her hands are undoing my jeans. My brain temporarily short-circuits as I freeze, watching her in confusion, “What are you doing?” I ask like a moron.
“Seriously, I want to talk to your parents and find out just how many times you were dropped on your head. What does it look like she’s doing, jackass?” Ace mocks.
She doesn’t answer me, she just proceeds to lower my jeans and my briefs exposing my d**k. I gulp as she moves onto her knees giving me the most incredible view. My gorgeous woman, on her knees for me, in red lacey matching underwear. f**k, that’s my favourite colour on her. Wait, no. I should stop this. I should stop this, right? This is wrong. She’s not in her right mind.
“Please, let me do this,” she quietly pleads.
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