Satisfying Sex With The Ice Cream Boy

The boy contorted his body, jerking his arms up and over his head with his shirt tails in hand, pulling the shirt over his head with a pop. He threw the filthy shirt on the floor and started prying at his jeans.“Wait just like that.” I sputtered from the edge of the bed.“What?” he said, looking up at me startled.“I just want to look at you.”The boy was not far from me, maybe only about ten feet.