Later, when they were together in bed, Carrie cuddled up to Cash wearing a new silk and lace nightie that matched the slinky panties he wore. Snuggled against his chest, she could almost believe nothing had happened between them to dispel the notion of a strong, masculine man lying beside her. His chest was broad and firm, and she could run her nails through the thin carpet of hair across his pecs. But when her hand dipped down, she felt the lacy waistband stretched across his hips, and further, her fingers brushed over delicate fabric instead of no-nonsense cotton briefs.
Now she cupped his c**k through his panties and squeezed gently, eliciting a moan from him. His arm around her shoulders tightened, pulling her closer. With his balls cradled in her palm, she kissed his n****e, then bit
