Follow Her

"OK, baby," says Mark as he leans forward. Mollie bounces on her toes, her flesh rippling, makes a circuit around the room, and disappears back down the hallway. Mark rises from the couch, unbuckling his jeans as he follows behind her at his own pace. His dick stirs as the familiar ritual begins.

When he reaches the bedroom, Mollie is poised on her bed, leaning against the wall. Her nipples are at full attention and the flush is spreading over her chest. She has opened her legs and is already absently, clumsily rubbing across her folds. It's the closest Mark has ever seen her get to self-pleasure. She obviously craves sexual stimulation, but somehow never gets herself to orgasm alone.