"Can you take off your shirt?" Mel asked. "I like looking at you without your shirt on."
I nodded, in a bit of a daze, then removed my shirt. Mel's fingers trailed along the waistband of my shorts before sliding them inside. I gasped with pleasure as soon as I felt her digits touch the skin of my shaft. And I found myself helping her as she tugged on my shorts. Next thing I knew, I was as naked as she was. And her hand was wrapped around my shaft.
"We should stop this," I gasped as my hips bucked involuntarily.
"We probably should," Mel mused. "But I'm interested to see the results."
Mel's other hand joined the party, and soon she was working my shaft with expert twisting motions as she stared into my eyes. The heat from her naked body was almost unbearable, but at the same time I want
