I pull back and a thin trail of saliva connects us, then breaks once I
go back far enough. I stand up in front of her and slip off my black
jacket and my white shirt. I'm shirtless. That's more like it. My girl
licks her lips. The sight resonates with my c**k. I can't get enough
of you either, baby.
Speaking of my c**k, I have to set it free. Putting my c**k and I
out of our misery, I undo my belt and the zipper of my pants. I drag
down my pants, along with my boxer briefs, all the way to my
ankles; I step out of the pool of fabric.
I return to hover over her and cup her throat.
"I'm really liking the dad bod—or what you call it, your 'taco and
tequila' bod." She giggles.
"Well, enjoy it while you can, baby, because when we get back
home, I'm working out extra hard and eating
