He jumped,Semen grabbing it, his biceps bulging as he pulled up–once, twice, ten times, his abs rippling, his thighs flexing in the shorts. “Not bad,” he said softly, his voice a gentle hum, and reached for the teddy.

Linda spat toothpaste into a cup by her bed, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her movements rough and unceremonious. The blouse, the skirt–they felt like extra layers now, weighing him down. He gripped her hips–his old hips–in his hands, her cock inches from his face hard and straining, the head flushed and slick with precum, water streaming over it in rivulets that caught the light.