5:20pm, his watch read as Brad reached the back of the house. Kneeling down, he took out a thin piece of metal and easily unlatched the simple lock on...the basement window. Taking a look inside, he sees the window is right above the dryer. Lowering his bag first, Brad then enters the house through the window and secures the latch. Knowing time is ticking, he heads up the stairs to the first floor of the house.As he wanders down the hallway, he sees the pictures the couple has put up and his eyes. Oh, she wanted him to dry her front, fair enough. He walked around to stand in front of her and started to dry her belly with the towel, the alien leaning back slightly to make it easier for him. It was equally peppered with scars, one especially large one that ran across her stomach looked as if it had very nearly disemboweled her. He could feel her abs flexing as he moved, responding to his touch, twin rows of hard muscle that protruded through her soft fat layer. They weren’t outwardly. His hands pressed down on the back of her shoulders, forcing her pelvis higher, and thrust fast and hard. As the pain built, the friction between their bodies became almost unbearable and she came. A great wave of pleasure flooded her and the muscles in her pussy spasmed. He growled and she wriggled as his next thrust sent yet another wave of sensation through her, this one too much for her to bear. He withdrew, using one hand to roughly pull her knees out from underneath her. His other hand. She was practically jerking me off with her butt through my jeans. Midway through the song I reached around to test the waters and see how far she was willing to go. The first placement of my hand went to her inner thigh close to her panty line, pulling her closer to my hard dick. Shortly after noticing that she approved of my hand being on her inner thigh, I thought "just go for it" and I took my middle finger to her pussy. I was suprised by how wet she was, I could feel it through her lacy.