Henry suggested putting his cloths back on and moved towards the bedroom. With each step, Kara felt her body wobble between his thighs. The movement was making her hard.
“Seriously?” She complained as her breasts slipped free of the ever tightening foreskin. “You need to stop that!”
“Don’t blame me!” He laughed. “You’re the one who keeps wiggling around down there. What do you expect to happen?”
Kara crossed her arms over her exposed chest and once again did her best to ignore the excessive salivation and warmth pumping through her torso. Henry lifted his pants from the bedroom floor and stared at the zipper.
“I don’t make a habit of letting my dick hang out of the fly, but I may make an exception for you.” He grinned. “Do you have a shirt I could borrow?”
She looked down at his torn shirt on the floor, then pointed towards the second row from the top on her dresser. “Should be something that will fit you in there.”
“Mostly just things I wear to bed.” She shrugged. “I doubt any of my usual shirts would fit.”
He retrieved his underwear and placed them with his pants on the edge of her bed, then shuffled through the drawer to find a suitable shirt. Many were small, but he lucked out and found a large t-shirt stuffed in the bottom.
“This should work...” He began. “Um... Don’t take this the wrong way but would you mind if we took a quick shower before I put these on?”
“What the hell Henry!” She twisted around and glared at him. “Don’t be such a perv!”
“I’m not...” He replied, startled by the sudden movement. “I just... I’m covered in sweat and if you don’t remember, half of your body was covered in cum when we passed out... You can’t tell me your lower body isn’t a bit raunchy from all that.”
Kara had hardly noticed, but a quick sniff of her palm made her nose wrinkle. He was right, she wasn’t exactly fresh and reluctantly agreed to his proposition. Henry picked up the wad of semi-clean clothes and left for the bathroom...