So it was that she took a few seconds to realise what she was looking at as she rounded the corner into the living quarters to find Rhys floating buck naked in the centre of the room, almost upside down, jerking off into what appeared to be the threadbare white singlet she thought she incinerated. Would that make it more… satisfying?” Cait enquired, haltingly. “I hope that helped.” Cait said, trying not to sound too irritated. “Sorry.” Rhys sighed. Cait realised he was probably experiencing some post-orgasm clarity, and was aware that he had perhaps pushed things too far, taken some liberties in the heat of the moment. It’s fine.”
“Well now I feel weird about that as well.”
“The threshold of weird was when you rescued it from the trash. Her relatively tiny nipples were the mildest shade of pink against her white skin, her areola nearly colourless, though as the reality that Rhys was now staring at them did cause her to become flushed and a little more colour crept in.
