“I don’t really want to go anywhere tonight,” I told her. “I have so much work to do. You’ve been distracting me.” Grabbing a handful of her tits, I squeezed gently. Her hand jerked, flinging some of the shaving cream onto my neck. “Good thing the razor wasn’t in your hand,” I joked. “Good thing,” she mocked, and picked up the brand-new razor.
