I smirked, "Sir, are you happy now, or you wish me to remove my high heels as well?"
He blurted, "You are so stunning! I am speechless. No, don't take off your shoes, please."
Unlike me, he undressed rapidly. In less than a minute, he stood naked before me. John's skin color was lighter than mine. His muscles showed a good tone, and I liked his hairy chest. My eyes explored downward, watching his 6 pack and focusing on his tumescent d**k. It was a beautiful specimen: about 7+ inches long, thick, with a large spongy helmet, and it stood in attention. His muscular, long legs completed the appearance of a younger person.
I said, "Johnny, are you sure about your age? Judging by your looks, I'd say about 30 years old."
He didn't bother answering. He came closer, raised me in his strong arms
