For the longest time, I didn’t move, and neither did he. We both just lay there, his body slumped against the couch with my head on his stomach. I must have taken all the willpower he possessed not to tense his cock at the sight before him; his best friend with her delicate fingers resting half on his balls and half at the base of his cock, her T-shirt almost thin enough to see through and her skirt now riding up so high he knew the exact shape and size of her underwear…
