"Definitely"

SHANE

“Definitely,” I answered.

Tracy smiled, pleased with the decision.

“Well then, you know what you have to do. Fair is fair.”

She hopped off my lap and knelt between my legs, watching intently as I unclasped my belt and slid my slacks down to the floor. Her eyes grew wide with desire at the sight of my erection, straining painfully against my underwear. An obvious spot of precum darkened the material.

“Maybe I should leave these on,” I laughed. “No telling what will happen if I don’t.”

In response, Tracy scooped up her huge, heavy breasts and let them drop onto my lap, slapping against my cock.

“Or, I could just take them off,” I said.

“Damn right, you can.”

I hurried yanked down my underwear and Tracy groaned appreciatively.

“Very nice. Now I know what I’ve been missing all these years.”

She stood up and repaid me by yanking loose the knot on her bottoms—

“Oh my god, Tracy.”

Her pink, glistening twat was completely clean-shaven. The aroma of her sex filled the air.

“Now, what do you say we finish that lap dance?” she whispered.

I couldn’t move. I didn’t know what to do. We were both totally naked—and totally horny—and she was about to jump on my lap again. Part of me was terrified that we were going way too far, but my body refused to listen. Tracy picked up her skimpy bikini bottoms off the floor, draped them across my bare erection, and then straddled me one last time.

Our genitals weren’t actually touching, but I could still feel every exquisite detail of her pussy as it glided back and forth along the length of my shaft. To call what we did “dry-humping” would have been a misnomer—the fabric of that g-string was positively drenched with Tracy’s arousal. She grabbed my hands and placed them encouragingly on her magnificent breasts.

Yes…

I squeezed and groped to my heart’s content while Tracy rubbed her soft, willing cunt lips along my cock.

“Can we come?” she asked.