“Come on! Tell me.” Maryann said, turning her golden-brown eyes up in that perfect, pleading puppy dog way. This tactic almost always worked for her. The defense-dropping expression only further enhanced her already cute features, and people often caved they moment they laid eyes on it, giving her whatever she wanted. So, using it against her boyfriend Dylan seemed like a guaranteed success. However, in this particular case, her attempt at innocence probably would have been more effective had her hand not been languidly pumping up and down his dick. “Whatever you want. I promise.”
She laid on her side next to him, naked save for a pair of bright lace panties, and the nipples of her large breasts poked into his biceps. His gaze drifted down to her sizeable mounds before returning to her curious face. His blue eyes swam with lust… and a hidden desire that Maryann desperately wanted to drag out of him. He groaned under the steady stroking of her arm, his hands clenched into fists and his bottom lip captured between his teeth. “It’s… fine. Really.”