She needs a shirt

"Fuck this," Amy muttered under her breath, shrugging off her ruined shirt, drawing a very excited look from James as she stalked 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.