He was just staring at her and that unnerved her a bit. It made her want to close her legs and slide under the covers but this new, free side of her was telling her to wait it out. To be open to new things. She couldn't help the way her nipples tightened and body flushed as he stared at her. "Please..." she whimpered, aching for his touch. "I need you..." In more ways than one. She needed him for his love, for what he made her feel. For that laughter when they were cooking together... All of it. She always needed him. It had always been Roger and she was sure that it would always be him.
Mandy's eyes widened a bit at his request. She'd never done that for him. She didn't really do it for herself. Opening her mouth to protest, she closed it again. Staring at him for a moment, watching his cock bob up and down, she bit her bottom lip. "Only if you do it with me," she whispered, cheeks flushing. Unable to tear her gaze from his eyes. Her hand slowly slid down her body, finger brushing over her sensitive nipples, thumbing the taught peaks. A tiny, little gasp escaped her as she watched him, wanting to see him touch himself. Her eyes moved down his body as one hand moved down her own, mimicking the route, until her fingers brushed over her wet heat. She was hot and ready and she let her finger brush gently over her clit, teasing the pink lips, small gasps making her blush. Tiny rivulets of pleasure shot through her body and she wasn't sure how she was going to hold back. Her drunken mind focused only on the pleasure she was feeling and she just wanted his mouth on her.
Slowly, gently, she pushed her finger inside of herself, eyes fluttering shut. "I love it when you do this to me..." she whimpered, wanting his hands on her. She loved it when he licked her, sucked on her clit until she couldn't come anymore. "Please... Roger..."