Tessa pulled her hand back from her pussy, eyeing the cum smeared on the tissue. My gaze dropped without thinking—her clean-shaved skin down there was so smooth, "pretty" was the first word that popped up.
"What do you think?" she asked, breaking the silence.
"So, we just play our parts right, like today?" I said, piecing it together.
"Ha. Don't stress about your face showing. You already know me," she replied, shrugging.
"Is this how the quest keeps rolling?" I wondered out loud. No big reason to say no, but one thing bugged me—the role I'd be stuck in.
"Do I just go along with it?" I asked, testing her.
"…Yeah," she said, simple and firm.
"Be nice to mix it up sometimes," I pushed.
"Nah, I'm not into that," she shot back.
"Did you have fun today?" I grinned, leaning in.
"…" Tessa clammed up, like I'd hit a nerve. When I'd taken her missionary style, she'd fought hard at first—all fire and resistance—but by the end, she was into it, flustered and moaning. No denying that.
