"You start!"

The posts you'd read about plasticine were not exactly engagement-friendly material: obscenely large tits and asses, bimbo hips .. objectifying sorts of things. Kris obviously had some ideas in mind so it seemed safer to let her take the lead.

"I hoped you'd say that! I've been thinking about this all afternoon." She stood and started shimmying her jeans off, hooking her underwear down at the same time. Kicking her foot free, she snaked a hand between her legs and massaged her sex for a minute, then returned to the couch and straddled you.

"Lie down," she instructed as she opened the tub and dipped her fingers in. Obediently, you swiveled in place and she knee-walked up until she was sitting on your chest. "Are you ready?"

Still unsure what was next but growing hard with the warmth of her pussy against your chest, you nodded. She responded by rubbing first one cheek, then the other, then smearing the gel over the remainder of your face. The sensation was a bit numbing, but not unpleasant. She counted down from ten while cleaning her hands on her shirt. When she reached "one", she popped both thumbs into your mouth and pulled downward. With no resistance your jaw dropped to your neck.