Mandy was quiet and private and didn't do anything to bring attention to herself. She didn't talk about her feelings a lot. She didn't talk about her past. She was more of a listener. But, apparently when she was drunk, she couldn't shut up. She was shy about her fantasies and didn't say a lot during sex. It was rare when she murmured things like, 'Fuck me.' But, right now? She wanted to beg him to do dirty things to her. So when Roger said he loved to touch her, kiss her and fuck her, her body stiffened, wanting nothing more than to pull his fingers into her hot heat. "I love that too," she whimpered, head falling to his chest, hand moving up around his neck.
"Bed is good," she murmured, letting him pull her out of the shower and dry her off. Her hair was soaking wet but it never seemed to bother Roger. The towel was tucked around her breasts and when he lifted her up, her lips moved to his neck, nibbling gently, tongue snaking out to trace his ear, teeth biting gently.
Spread out before him, Mandy sat up, pulling him towards her by his towel. Her legs were hanging over the bed and she noted the tent his cock was making and right now? Right now she wanted to taste him more than anything. Looking up, hair sticking to her body, her eyes met his before she pulled his towel off. Her hand came up to wrap around him, loving his thick cock. She loved that her fingers didn't meet and that he was so bloody perfect. Mandy undid her towel, letting it fall behind her, breasts visible and free before she took him in her mouth.
A low moan escaped her throat as her tongue wrapped around him. One hand wrapped around the base of his cock, moving, pumping in tandem with her mouth, her other hand reaching around to cup his perfectly sculpted arse. She loved this. Loved everything about it. Looking up, she slowly sucked before releasing his cock with a pop. Lying back on the bed, she spread her legs, inviting him in for a taste.