A steamy footjob and wild sex will lift your spirits

I felt her hand on my cock, the other on my balls. And I didn’t want to be the guy to take advantage of that.”
“That’s sweet. Mofos “Yeah,” I said. That is OK to do,” she said. I am going to go upstairs. “OK.”
“Is my mouth good?” she asked. A sticky mess. “OK.”
“Is my mouth good?” she asked. I am going to go upstairs. She was wearing a tight skirt that showed off her ridiculous curves and a tight white dress shirt with one too few buttons unbuttoned. “Wow,” she said. Would she be upset? That was so hot.”
“Glad you liked it.”
We lay there for a few minutes, our sticky parts drying. “Inside.”
She popped up, slipping off her panties, and hopped back on the bed. She kissed me back, for a second, before breaking away and moving to the side. I spun. She reached down, between her legs, slipping my boxers lower so my cock was out. I think I am going to bed.”
“Oh,” I said. And I didn’t want to be the guy to take advantage of that.”
“That’s sweet. Also, I worked late a day or two, and by the time I got home, she was asleep. “Shit,” I said, hips pressing up as I held back the first shot. She would alternate, moving from one to the other, while grinding against my cock. Right. You’re my oldest friend.”
“No, I get it.”
“Do you?”
“Yeah,” I said, still sort of confused but also still hard and not wanting to say something stupid. “Mmm hmm,” I said.