She muttered, "f**k it," and put one hand on the top button of her little shorts. When she popped it open, Greg's eyes widened.
He said, "Holy sh*t," as she unbuttoned her shorts about halfway. This provided her with just enough space to insert a few of her thin fingers. She questioned whether her brother would be shocked if she revealed that her p***y was baby-bald smooth as she caressed her silky flesh.
She scolded herself, "No." I must establish a cap. If I take down my shorts, I might completely lose control and turn on my brother. She convinced herself that all we needed to do was c*m. He's about to reach his climax, and hopefully, I will too, after which we'll both calm down and regain our composure. Although it would be challenging, she had to reiterate a crucial guideline.
Greg
