Faye couldn´t be mad at him

“You are´re so stupid” Faye giggled. “Now fingers to yourself, you old lech!” she teased him. Those breasts are just for my future husband. His thick, calloused fingers kept on pushing her puffy nipple as they laughed. He caressed her face and she slowly relaxed, looking deep into his eyes.

“It´s okay” he whispered into her ear and slowly insinuated himself between her pale legs and on top of her as they joked around. Faye was helplessly laying on her back, her boobs still being held by her bra and her legs slowly being pushed apart. She felt the thick, pulsing bulge in his trousers grind against her sex, and her laughing gave way to a more serious mood.