“Would you mind taking your hand off her dick, please?” “Her dick?” Dee blinked in confusion. “Don’t you mean your dick?” She full on palmed me before leaning in close and purring, “It doesn’t feel like you want me to take my hand off.” “No, I meant her dick,” I clarified, brushing her hand off my crotch and shifting sideways so that her ass was back on the bench and not on my lap. “Her?” “Claire,”
