He needs to rest, but she's determined
From Torg Adventure
“I'm sorry, little girl, but not right now.”
Marsha sat up on the bed and rolled her bottom lip in an exaggerated pout. “'Little girl?' You didn't think I was a little girl a minute ago.”
Jack shook his head. “You're right. I just mean you've got so much energy. I'm gonna need a little time to recover.”
Marsha hopped off the bed. She stared at Jack with a mysterious expression, then bent over and yanked her skirt off. “You don't mind if I take a shower, do you sir?”
“Not a bit,” said Jack. He watched the curvy Latina go into his bedroom's bathroom with a mischievous wiggle of her ass. However, she didn't close the door. She didn't even close the door to the shower stall.
Jack stared intently as Marsha turned on the water and stepped into the rapidly steaming water. She angled the shower head up so she could stand far away, making sure she was right in front of the shower stall door. Jack could see all the way from his bed into the stall as the girl stroked her brown, luscious skin.
Marsha ran her hands through her wet hair, stretching out her voluptuous body. Her hands lowered to her breasts, massaging her body much more than scrubbing it.
Life surged into Jack's cock as he watched the show. Marsha glanced at him and smiled. He smiled back, knowing she was manipulating him and not minding a bit. As he got up from the bed he noticed water pooling up outside the open shower door. “Big deal,” he thought, “it's only water. I'll take a little mess for the chance to do what I'm about to do to that girl.”
What does he do to her?
