Your cock is beautiful – 2

Her eyes went wide.

“Yeah, in your dreams you are a loser.” she said.

I shrugged.

“Well, if you say so. Get out so I can get some sleep.” I said.

Again, she didn’t move.

I pushed a little more.

“I mean, it’s only fair, right? You want to see me naked, so first I have to see you naked.” I said.

There was a pause for about a minute.

Without saying anything, and once more staring at the floor, she reached down and pulled her top up over her head.

I couldn’t believe it. I thought that, if she was going to do this at all, it would take a lot more than just a few orders with an arrogant attitude. I think I really underestimated how much she wanted to see my cock again.

She was wearing a plain pink bra, and it looked incredible. It seemed too small for her, the way her cleavage spilled out over the top. The rest of her looked good too, her flat stomach and smooth skin.

Without hesitating, she threw her t-shirt to the floor and unbuttoned her jeans, pulling them down and kicking them off. Her panties were plain and white. Her legs were amazing, smooth and long, one turned slightly to the side to show a defined calf muscle. I hadn’t noticed, but she was barefoot, and her toenails were painted red.

I blew my mind how I’d seen this much of her body before, in a bikini, but back then it hadn’t interested me at all. How I thought about her had changed so much, and so quickly.

She stood proudly now, a little gleam of achievement in her eye. She’d risen to the challenge, and now it was time to collect.