Hazel Wants Your Opinion... And You Cock

Hazel waves a bunch of dresses at Billy and asks for honest feedback. He shrugs, says sure, figuring it'll take five minutes. Next thing he knows she's peeling off her shirt right there. Billy tries not to stare but his pants pitch a tent fast. Hazel spots it and smirks. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" She steps closer, cool fingers tracing the bulge. "Mind if I see it? And, um... get a taste?" Billy's still trying to find words when she drops to her knees, already tugging at his zipper like the answer's obvious.