Let her spit.

You go ahead and let Ashley spit and, to her credit, she’s quite subtle about it. One moment she’s turned away, a hand cupped over her mouth, and the next she’s looking at you with a satisfied expression that makes you want to have her lips on you all over again.

“Thank you,” Ashley says. “A lot of men don’t…well, they aren’t very nice about that.”

“Just do what I want, and I don’t mind being nice to you,” you say. “You did something for me, and I did something for you.”

Ashley smiles almost shyly. “You see?” she asks. “I don’t know why you didn’t come to me in the first place. You don’t need Doe, anyway. She’s got the tits and the ass, but I LIKE this. You think she likes it the way I do?”

“I don’t know,” you say reply.

“Oh,” Ashley says. She catches hold of your cock again and pumps it. A few droplets of come ooze from the tip, squeezed out by the pressure Ashley exerts. Improbably, blood starts to flow down there once more, and you feel yourself hardening already. Ashley stays on her knees, still offering the promise of her soft mouth. “I thought you said you had a relationship.”

“It’s something new,” you say, enjoying the languid handjob. “We’ve just been friends before.”

“Uh huh. So, what now…sir?” Ashley asks.