Samuel & Daphne

Daphne nodded at the tent in my crotch. “Your boy’s looking like he’s ready to go,” she said to Annabel, “Do what you want, but we’re not prudes here. I’ll even help, if you want.”

Pilar

Pilar let the magazine drop slightly, still holding it up, but low enough she could see Mike’s short cropped blonde hair over the top. She dropped the magazine another bit lower, took in his fit, lean body, strong without being muscular. “You said you wouldn’t look,” Mike said. “I lied.”

Vanessa

I pulled in to George’s driveway and parked next to a raised yellow jeep, sides sprayed with mud. It had huge tires and snow gear strapped to it, and a girl was leaning in through the open driver door, rummaging in the glove box. Her ass was aimed my way, wrapped in high-waisted yoga pants so tight they must nearly be cutting off her circulation. I grabbed my bag, and my gaze again drifted to her butt, studying the way its full, round shape made the pattern in the pants stretch out.

Derek

“Be nice. You’re making him nervous,” Trish rolled her eyes, giggled. “I am being nice,” Alex insisted, her hand sliding up his leg until reaching his dick. She smiled. “I’m helping him relax.”