Better than I had anticipated, I order him to remove Mary's trousers as I slip a few inches down his legs and take my seat in the front row to watch the show.
I nod and say, "Show me how you like to do it."
He gives me a long, intense look before starting to unhook his belt's buckle with his large hands. My mouth is wet just seeing him handle the leather, and I have to restrain myself from wriggling as he lowers his zipper.
Underneath are dark briefs with a sizable protrusion. As he sees me watching every move he makes, his haughty smile reappears. He modifies the mound by cupping it. I step out of the way as he pulls his jeans down onto his hips so he can get rid of them.
I observe his long, toned legs as I sit next to him. I want to touch the fine, black, curly hair that covers his l
