132 Cupid's first try

Monica bites her lip, picking up her panties and holding them high. “These? But what would you use them for?” she asks, faking innocence. Jackson drops his voice, lewdly telling her exactly what he intend. “I’m going to

smell them while I jack off, thinking of you. I’m going to wrap that silk around my cock and use it to stroke myself so I can pretend it’s your silken walls gripping me tightly.”

Her breath catches, and then Jackson thinks she was doing what he have asked because it looks like her hand is moving off-screen.

Either that, or she has started rubbing herself again. “You too,” she tells him. “I want a memento.” Jackson picks up his undershirt from the coffee table where he discarded it and swipes it over his chest. “I think you have got a new nightgown, Princesse.” He holds it up so she can see. “I will come by in the morning, bring you coffee, and we can exchange gifts.” “I would like that,” Monica says almost shyly. She keeps him on his toes, going from soft and complian