Her fingers begin popping open the buttons of her coat, one by one, her teeth buried in that bottom lip. And Jesus, she wasn't playing me. This is happening. She's going to keep her word. She's treating me to the world's most innocent strip tease and somehow the slow removal of the coat turns me on more than if she was removing silk lingerie.
It doesn't escape me that her fingernails are nubs and her hands are slightly dirty, nicked and red in spots. Guilt begins to creep in slowly, but when she drops the coat, lust comes swinging in like a wrecking ball.
"Oh fuck." My balls squeeze painfully and I have to concentrate on not ejaculating against my fly at the sight of her juicy t**s, the generous swells of her hips. She's in need of a few meals, but in no way is she skinny. She's compact
