"We never see anybody on this road at this time of day," she countered. "This island doesn't get out of bed until noon."
By then, she had my fly pulled down, and I decided to call her bluff. "If you want my pecker out of my pants, you take it out." I was sure that her revulsion toward hard d***s would keep her from making actual contact with it.
Apparently, her desire to tease the s**t out of me trumped her revulsion, and she reached into my pants and took hold of my boner.
"Hey! Isn't that against your religion!" I said.
"Frigging my p***y in the shower while I watched you jerking probably was, too, but there I was," she said as she moved her fingers toward the head of my c**k. "Maybe I'm having a crisis of faith."
"Look at you go, girl!" Holly voiced her encouragement. "Don't let on
