Let Emily win

We bantered while the first few goals were scored, until Emily started concentrating, and I figured I should probably do the same to look like I was trying. When the final blow came, I made a show of being **** to take off my boxers, protesting that the teams clearly weren’t fair, considering she’d only lost her tank top and her socks.

“Hey, you picked after me,” Emily said, putting her hands on her hips. “Take them off.”

“Fine,” I muttered, yanking them down. “Happy?”

Her eyes flitted down to my semi-erect cock, and she bit her lip. “Oh, yeah,” she grinned.