She raised her arm and placed the palm of her hand on the mound, smoothing his boxers. In grainy semi darkness Andrea could see someone moving. She watched as Luke continued this slow arousal. In her hand she had his stained clothes, he had buried them in the wash basket. By now she could see the tip of his cock at the waistband but she made no attempt to directly touch. Finally he could stand the pressure no longer, he flipped his cock out of the boxers and started wanking so hard that Andrea was worried he would damage himself. His only clothing a pair of boxed shorts. Andrea didn’t move, made no attempt to avoid it. Her phone buzzed. Luke beckoned her to follow him into his room. Instead he shot a huge amount of semen almost directly up in the air. There was enough light for her to see what he was doing, Luke never closed his curtains!
