Anita unfastens the pants and begins to work them down Asher's legs. There's no graceful way to pulls pants off someone, and so Anita doesn't even worry about it. Besides, her attention is caught by the fact that Asher is not wearing underwear.
His sex is semi-erect, laying thick and long against him, and as Anita tosses his shoes and pants to the floor, she licks her lips. No matter how little time there was, she was going to enjoy this, she was going to ensure he enjoys this.
Her eyes dart up to Jean-Claude and Asher, at how Jean-Claude holds him -- like a hesitant lover, and she knows that's all her own fault -- but she can't find it in her to care. Not now. She leans back down, her mouth finding his knee, and her tongue flicks out, tracing the back of it slightly. Through Jean-Claude, Anita knows what a lover would of Asher's body, and she makes the best use of it she can.
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His sex is semi-erect, laying thick and long against him, and as Anita tosses his shoes and pants to the floor, she licks her lips. No matter how little time there was, she was going to enjoy this, she was going to ensure he enjoys this.
Her eyes dart up to Jean-Claude and Asher, at how Jean-Claude holds him -- like a hesitant lover, and she knows that's all her own fault -- but she can't find it in her to care. Not now. She leans back down, her mouth finding his knee, and her tongue flicks out, tracing the back of it slightly. Through Jean-Claude, Anita knows what a lover would of Asher's body, and she makes the best use of it she can.