“I… I think I need you to explain what you mean..” Alex responded, looking more than a little lost, his embarrassment, confusion and shame evidenced by his expression pose and voice. She held him there, grinding into his face for a few long moments, lost in the pleasure of his actions until his squeezing hands, groping and fondling her thick ass began to pat against her, a universal sign that he was running low on precious air. She noted from what she could see, that the rest of his body too was without hair, giving his slender body a more feminine look to it. Ayesha grinned playfully, knowing Alexa was right, as always. Despite the cleanliness of his apartment, there were items laying around of a more personal nature that he couldn’t afford her to see. The picture of the Alex she had in her head, the modest, kind, well presented young man at work who she assumed lived off of takeaways and spent evenings binging on Netflix and browsing the web was quietly reforming in her
