It was rare to find a man that had a preference over boxers than underwear that clearly states a potential blow job in the near future, but she always knew that Reed wasn’t like typical guys. In fact, that was what she had adored about him; that he was a built more old fashion than the mainstream. It was a nice set of change for Megan. Nonetheless, her eyes grew a bit wide. “So you’re saying my Spongebob boxers make it more tempting for you to bend me over and fuck me?” Megan snorted, but there was a fond twinkle in her eye that was hard to miss.
“You’re really somethin’, Jensen. You really are.” As she said this, her arm hooked around his waist (a gesture that even surprised herself) and gently tugged him along and fell back into step with him. “Oh, there’s an ice cream parlor open,” she pointed out. “Looks like they’re going to close in like two seconds. C’mon.”