Sarah wondered if he was bluffing, and was curious if calling his bluff would make him balk at her actions. Then again, he was already in the throes of action, and would be less likely to turn down some sort of action from another. She'd been in weirder situations, she realized, and shrugged after a moment before walking around to the other side of the couch, towards the coffee table.
Jake's gaze followed her as she moved, curious what she was up to. He thought it was still entirely possible that she'd reach over and whack him in the balls for what he'd said. He didn't want to scare her off though, or encourage a harder whack, so he just slowly kept working at himself.
She sat on the coffee table, facing him, and very slowly parted her legs before reaching her hand down. She was still wearing her bathing suit under the shirt, and her fingers carefully pushed under the thin material between her legs before they disappeared, her hand moving in a very suggestive manner. Jake could hardly believe she was doing it, and almost forgot to keep playing with himself as his eyes tried to focus on what she was doing in the dark. It was hard to see much of anything.
After a few seconds, Sarah realized that Jake really wasn't bluffing, he was inviting her to masturbate with him.
[Kablooey, Jake finally erupts. ]
[Jake gets really interested in watching Sarah.]
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