Freyr slid his shirt off on his own, so she could get a good look at his toned and golden chest as well as running her hands over it. He felt oddly proud of her, the way she was taking charge of her insecurities and making this happen for herself.
When she brushed against his dick, he let out a little breath, because his body was impatient for this, but he had to wait. "Do you want to see it?" He wondered if he was being a little fast, but she seemed to be heading that way anyway