James has a shirt

Once more Amy glances down at James laying there prone on the floor, too surprised by everything that has happened so far to even bother covering up his cock.

"Fuck this," Amy muttered under her breath, stalking towards him. "Give me your shirt perv," she growled.

James' excitement turned to fear as he looked at her, quickly shaking his head. "What, no, no I couldn't...." he begins, but before he can say anything else Amy is on top of him.

The pair of them struggle, James well aware that his erect cock is rubbing against Amy's wet jeans as she tries to get the buttons of his shirt undone, James' arms occasionally brushing across Amy's exposed breasts, drawing moments of excitement from them both.