Paul can't resist Daisy's offer

He only looked conflicted for a second. That was a second longer than she expected, and she was almost offended. Then his hands went to the fly of his white khakis and started to undo them. "Fuck it," he said. "It's not my money anyway."

"That's the spirit," she giggled, still glued to his pants. That didn't last long. He dropped trou and revealed a pair of dark, hairy legs and a pair of cool green boxer-briefs. Daisy approved. She loved a man who wasn't afraid to wear a little color.

"So are we doing this?" he said.

"Impatient!" she laughed. "But yes, absolutely." She wasn't going to let Paul have all the fun in undressing herself. Her slim fingers tucked into the waistband of his boxers. For just a second she relished what was about to happen. How long had it been since she saw a new dick? Most of a year, except for all the dick pics that slid into her DMs, almost all of them unsolicited.

Paul didn't fail to impress. When she pulled down his underwear, out popped a dick of average size but solid girth. The best part was that it was veiny. His shaft grew out of a thick path of curly hair, and she felt excited about how it would feel to have her nose deep in it and his cock deep in her nose.

"Wow," she said, genuinely appreciative.

"So..." Paul said again. "Are we doing this?"