The Lodger's Temptation

Summer Renee peered at the towel around his waist and licked her lips like the lazy slut she was, breath catching at the soft bulge beneath it. The teen ran her fingers over her own thigh, smirking, hips tilting forward as the sheet-cloth shivered and threatened to drop. “C’mon, show me,” she giggled, heels pivoting, tits jiggling like cartoon fruit on a branch. Clarke Kent only had half a second to bite back a snort before she pounced—one quick tug and the towel hit the floor, leaving him bare-assed and laughing too, wicked and wonderful.