In the end they were gentle with her, just as Jack promised they would be.
He sat up on the bed and stripped off his shirt, then stood and unzipped his jeans. Lori lay back and enjoyed the show—the wiggle of his hips, the clunk of his belt buckle when it hit the floor, the curve of his pale ass as he stepped out of the jeans and his briefs. Then he was naked before her, and she got her first look at his c**k, the one she’d heard so much about from Brandt. She had to admit, it was impressive, long and heavily veined, with an angry, purplish tint to the tip. When he rose, it pointed up and a little to the right, as if seeking her out, eager to get started.
She couldn’t blame it, and found herself spreading her legs almost unconsciously, hungry to take him in. Her p***y clenched in anticipa
