Tracy popped back out of the last door in the hallway with a
disapproving look. Brian hurried after her.
He entered a bedroom and took a quick glance around. There
were the feminine mainstays (stuffed animals, ruffles on the
bedspread, packed closet), but something disrupted the feminine spell.
Brian couldn’t put his finger on it before she regained his full
attention.
“My house, my rules, no exceptions, agreed?” Brian nodded,
politely.
“Undress me.” Brian smiled with anticipation. He walked up to
her, feeling his cock slide against the tight material of his slacks.
He caught the under-edge of her sweatshirt and slid his hands
underneath it. Her skin was on fire and he felt her nipples poke out
into his palms as he grasped her breasts. She shuddered and her breath
let out in a long low moan.