Stan looked at the embarrassed curve of her and shook his head, fond and wrecked. Why wouldn't he be attracted to her. That figure. That insane ass that had been grinding on him since she climbed into the bed. Those big, heavy tits filling his hands and his mouth like they'd been made to ruin him. How could he not want her when she possessed all of that and then asked, in that small voice, whether he loved her as a woman.
Her next words came out meekly against his shoulder.
"Should I do it..."
He knew what she meant. She's asking him if she could position her breast and sandwich his dick...
He knew she's doing that not only that she wanted to please him. That she was curious, how it would feel to put his hard, throbbing cock between those two soft weights and let him use them.
"Of course," he said.
