Something about seeing the guy you were fucking's vagina really hit it home that he was a woman and Chris noted that, his tongue darting out over his lips as he looked at the man's sex, "Oh, it's beautiful, Toby," Chris wasn't really paying attention to the woman's face as he made a small noise when the hand came down to stroke against those wet folds, his head bowing to keep watching even as she was straddling him, hands automatically going to her hips to steady her there. He wanted to touch, but, again, there was something very hot about Toby doing it.