A comedy of errors unfolds.

Kevin grabs at you as you move to depart. He grips your t-shirt and your breast then trips on his pants which are bunched around his ankles.

“Oh, shit!” You cry as your shirt tears and you both tumble onto the couch and he falls atop you.

Kevin’s proud erection presses into your belly. You look down at you skin on display through the gaping tear in your t-shirt.

Kevin tries to push himself off you and grabs another handful of breast. You bite your lip and slap his hands away. He falls back on you, this time his erection sliding along your exposed sex. It’s not like he’s tripped and -oopsie - his dick has slipped into you, but it’s pretty damn close.

It feels really good.