I quickly made up my mind and got off my chair and quietly took position behind her jutting buttocks. “Hi!” she turned around on her heels, “I w...s just…” but she stopped talking. Perhaps it was my shit-eating grin, or perhaps it was the conspiratorial twinkle in my eyes, or perhaps she saw the bulge in my trouser, or perhaps she had similar thoughts as me while she was bent over the printer, her cheeks were flushed red and she looked excited. I recognised that this excitement had little to do. His tongue traced her lips, gently slipping inside and dancing with hers before he pulled back, leaving her breathless. His hand gently caressed her cheek, traveling down to cup the side of her neck. “Do you want me, Bella?” He whispered. “Oh, yeah.” She said with a soft laugh, leaning in to kiss him again. Ben reached up and placed a finger against her lips, shaking his head slightly with a grin. “Not yet. Close your eyes.” Natasha grinned and closed her eyes, listening as he stood up from the. Hoping onto your bed, my cock jumps as you let out a sigh.... The waiting begins....A game of chess later, I hear your breathing has changed, blood surges to my cock and a smile on my face as I know you've fallen asleep. Two more games and I'm sure of it. I send you a text, your phone chimes and hums on the bed stand, you don't even move. Slowly I inch my way out from under the bed and stand, stretching out as I smirk at your naked body half covered by sheets. Thinking of a plan of attack I. I gulped.Her hands went to her hips as she began to shimmy out of the jeans.“I think I’d rather let you have the fun with the shirt.”She pointed to my pants and commanded, “Lose them, please.”I quickly stood up, but was met by a stiff arm, “No, stay there, just pull them off, and your shirt.”I sat back down, and unbuttoned, unzipped, and started to pull my pants off.“Show me what you’re wearing.”I got my pants off, and lifted my shirt up, then shifted my hips forward. I was wearing a pair of.