Paul hardly needed the former instruction, but the latter came as a sobering reminder. Blowjob sex now that she would have to live with the knowledge of how she’d behaved, the sleaziness of it all became all too apparent. But now… If he wanted to be more energetic, his fear of having Marcy pull away from him again kept those urges in check. They can’t see me like this!”
No more eager than Marcy to be caught with his pants down, Paul briskly marched over to the kitchen table to fetch the jeans that she’d tenaciously removed from him earlier. Hastily buttoning and zipping his jeans as he went, Paul dashed back into the living room area and grabbed the sweater. Her moans of arousal were music to Paul’s ears. “Uh, yeah… “Oh my god!” she muttered as she suddenly sprang to life and scrambled frantically out of Paul’s clingy embrace before he even had the chance to release her himself.
