Let Britney know how you truly feel

"Well Britney, I must say that this dress is damn sexy. You know that I'm getting really turned on by this. I mean, really turned on," you say as you adjust the bulge in your pants.

Britney turns away from you, slightly embarrassed that her good friend has been getting all horned up helping her in the dressing room.

You place your hand on Britney's shoulder, turning her towards you. "Britney, you're my best friend, aren't you?"

She replies, "Of course you are John!"

"Britney, I need a big favor from you then."

"Sure, what is it?" asks Britney, with an evil grin, having a feeling that she knows exactly what you want.

With this, you unzip your pants, pulling out your massive, hard cock. "This is what I need help with, Britney!"

Her face now beet-red, Britney doesn't know how to react to this. "But John, this could change everything between us," she splutters.

"I know, but we can be best friends with benefits," you reply, placing your hands on her shoulders, helping her to her knees. Smiling down at Britney, you wink, saying "I'd never make you do anything that you don't want to."