Even though she’d seen him naked before, the experience seemed very different this time. When she’d walked in on him changing, she’d felt bold and he’d seemed bashful. This time, Savannah was the blushing babe. His chest was so white and his nipples were so pink. If she hadn’t been so close to him, she’d never have known he had any chest hair at all—it was even blonder than the hair on his head. When Eric dropped his pants, Savannah tried to look away, but her gaze kept floating back to the cock she’d given a hand job earlier in the evening. She’d jerked him off without even getting a close look at the bad boy. Now she would remedy that fault by reaching out and skimming its satin underside with her fingertips. The muscles in Eric’s abdomen rippled when she pressed the pad of her thumb against his piss slit. As she worked little circles around it, his cockhead eased out clear and fragrant precum. Without a thought, she bent forward to lick it. His precum tasted like sugar water and flowers—nothing like actual cum, granted it had been a long while since she’d tasted the stuff.
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