Something’s up

Lauren drapes a hand towel over your cock, covering it and leaving an immodest tent.

“H-hang on.” Lauren says turning away.

You’re still recovering from what just happened but peek over at Lauren’s hands sending a text and then setting her phone down.

She turns back around and returns. “Let’s cum back to this spot, give it a minute to rest.”

Her hands are on your chest and begin kneading outward to your shoulders.

You can feel her breath, and stare at her chest, top buttons of her polo having come unclasped.

You can feel yourself getting worked up again when you hear a knock at the door causing you to jump, though Lauren firmly holds you down.