He pulls his wriggling fingers from her, wet, and brushes them against the bed before he reaches for her bra clasp behind her back. But alas, Jack is naieve to the ways of the mighty bra clasp and he has trouble undoing it. He grunts, and tires to see how to do it but he can’t.
Then he ends up just slipping it up and over her arms and head like a shirt. He eyes the bra before tossing it away to the floor.
Jack looks at her a moment, just to take in the sight of her in her bed, hair spilled out beneath her, her firm breasts on display and her nipples brown and erect for him, her body wet and waiting down below, just for him as well. She’s still over dressed, and he gives a small smile before leaning into her and kisses her, softly, before his hands reach for her panties and begin to ease them down her legs.
Jack Maple 