I slid my panties off, tossing them onto my unmade bed. Slowly, I wandered into the kitchen and grabbed master a beer, pinching my nipples softly to make them hard as I stood in front of the cold refrigerator. Walking back into the den, I leaned over the old musty armchair with the beer in hand.
“Here you go, Sir. Can I have a sip?”
He turned his head slightly, acknowledging me as he grabbed at the bottle.
I circled around the chair slowly and lowered myself onto his lap, wrapping my legs around his hard body. I felt the cold steel of his work belt pressing into my inner thigh.
“Open your mouth.” He said and lifted the bottle.
I did as I was told, opening my mouth wide and sticking my tongue out slightly.
He pressed the bottle to my lips and wrapped his arm around my back, stopping at the curve of my lower spine. I scooted in closer as I swallowed and when he lowered the bottle, I pressed my lips to his cheek.
“Now let me get back to watching the game.” He grunted, still holding on.