It’s not uncommon for you to shower at my place, nor is it strange for you to walk around in nothing but a towel. We’ve been friends a long time, and recently we started sleeping together. Nothing more than fuck buddies, someone to cum with and then carry on about our own business. Our only agreement is to be exclusive to each other. Today is one of those days where you’re walking through my small house in your bare feet with a bath towel barely covering your ass wrapped around you. We’re planning on going out for drinks and to throw some darts tonight, so I’m about to get in the shower when I notice you bent over the bed, folding your used laundry.
My dick stiffens as I watch you from the bathroom. I hurriedly finish undressing, quietly walking behind you and cupping your soft smooth pussy. You start and then moan involuntarily as my hand caresses you, a finger dipping between your lips as it slides over you. You feel the heat rising from my touch, warming you in ways that cry out lustfully. I press the tip of my veiny cock against your simp, forcing it into your warm, wet slit. You’re tight, but I stretch your walls around my shaft, feeling their slick grip on me as you moan again, softly whispering my name.