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She grabbed a book from her bedside table and tried to look as innocent as possible when Johnny walked in. He had a towel round his waist, another busily drying his chestnut-brown hair.
“Oh, hey, you’re home,” he said, smiling. Then he looked confused. “What are you doing in bed?”
“Just… resting,” Celia said with a shrug.
“Did you manage to get to the - “ Johnny stopped mid-sentence and looked down at the bed. There was a very obvious bulge in the bedcovers in a very obvious place. Johnny grinned. “Ah. You did go to the shop then.”
Celia pushed back the covers to show off her purchase. “Yeah, I did. Wanna play with my cock?”
She got up onto her knees, and Johnny almost bounded across the room, dropping his towels and got onto the bed. He knelt next to her, cupped his hand under her chin and kissed her hard, running his other hand through her hair. She dragged a hand down his chest, caressing him.
He began to kiss her neck, her shoulders, moving himself downwards. He flicked his tongue across her nipples, and she rested one hand on the back of his head, encouraging him to go lower. Kissing his way down her body he eventually ended up on all fours in front of her, face to face with her cock. He wrapped one hand around it and then looked up at her expectantly.
“Go on,” she said. “You know you want to.”