What?

{if Showered =false}They return to the living room, retaking their seats on the couch and trying again.{endif}

Alex leans in, kissing Ethan once again. At this point, she seems to favor initiating, something which Ethan doesn't mind, even if it’s not what he’s used to.

The strawberry taste on her lips is addictive, feeling stronger than before. Ethan muses she may have put on an extra coat of gloss.

She moves closer, climbing right into Ethan’s lap, her shapely butt weighing down on Ethan’s rock-hard prick. If she notices she doesn't show it, continuing to just suck Ethan’s lips and tongue with lusty hunger.

Ethan returns the favor, but can’t seem to properly match her. She’s set the pace, and every time Ethan catches up she digs deeper. Pushing him against the couch, she shifts into a full mount, her hands looping over his shoulders. Her thighs squeeze him, showing signs of more power in them than Ethan would have thought. Had she a bigger bust, it would surely be squished tight right now, her flat chest pressing in snuggly. Huffing through his nose, Ethan’s head feels light, but he can’t rightly say if it’s due to lack of oxygen or his brain being cooked by the fires of lust.

Eventually, Alex breaks the kiss, her normally pale cheeks bright red. “Ready to go upstairs?”

Ethan nods, his tongue feeling worn out after all the sucking.

Alex crawls off his lap with surprising ease despite her position, taking Ethan by the hand and pulling him up as well. Following behind, holding her hand still, Ethan can’t help but admire the view, especially on the way up the stairs. Flat as she might be, her ass is definitely top-tier.

On reaching the second story, Alex leads him into one of the bedrooms, hers is the decor and atmosphere are any indication. Releasing his hand, she flops down on the bed with a little bounce, giving him a coy smile. “You’re overdressed,” she notes, her blue eyes narrowing. “Take your clothes off.”

His shirt’s off before she can even finish the sentence. Unbuckling his belt, Ethan starts tugging off his pants, almost taking his boxers down with them. He decided to keep those on for a moment, just to save the best part for last.

“Hm.. I would have guessed tighty-whities.”

Pants clear, Ethan removes his socks, tossing them onto his discarded shirt. Standing up straight, he shows off his tented boxers properly, making sure Alex is looking. Sure he has her attention, he finished off, tugging down his boxers in one clean move.

“Oh…” Alex chews her lip slightly. “Very nice… God, I want to fuck you so bad…”

“Yeah?” Ethan moves closer, reaching the edge of the bed. “How bad?”

“So bad.” Alex shifts, positioning herself on her hands and knees, her face almost level with Ethan’s manhood. “I know you want to fuck me too.” Pulling herself up off her hands, she sits on her knees. “I want to feel you inside of me, and I want to feel myself inside of you.”

“I-,” Ethan pauses, his brain taking a second to catch up with his ears. “What?”

“Hmmm,” Alex quivers, her hands running across her flat chest. “I want to fuck you, Ethan.” Her hands trail downward, towards her belly, pulling Ethan’s gaze down to a tented pair of shorts. “I’m so hard, Ethan.”

“Ahh.” Ethan takes a half step back, his eyes locking onto the unmistakable outline. What was this?

His expression must have been a tip-off, because Alex suddenly looks concerned. “We don’t have to do it today! I get that you might not be comfortable with it. I can’t imagine you’d think I’d want to top with a body like this… Speaking of.” Alex pulls her top off, revealing her perfectly flat chest, their nipples small and pink.

Ethan watches, unable to move, as Alex slips out of their bottoms, revealing themselves to him. Alex has a cock.

“So,” Alex shrugs, looking cute as ever. “That something you’d like?”