A couple of weeks ago, my guy got turned on by a photo of me in shorts, showing my bare legs. I sometimes forget how turned on he gets. It doesn't take much. He simply loves who I am.
Last week, we were in the treehouse. I could tell all day that he wanted to play with my breasts. I was wearing a pink t-shirt with a scoop neckline.
"Take your bra off. I want to play with your breasts under your shirt," he said, highly aroused.
"Okay," I said.
I unfastened all bra hooks at the back. Moments later, with a bit of help from my guy (he likes to assist, being the polite person that he is), we took my bra off without having me take off my t-shirt.
He played with my breasts that were still under my t-shirt. We both enjoyed the sensation.
I then played with his hard cock in his khaki pants. He loved how my lilac polish looked on my nails as I stroked his erect member.
Eventually, we took his erect penis out of his pants and I gave him a handjob. It was good. My guy said that he loves me, as if it were a mantra.
He came. We saw cum. We did well.
We cleaned up and cuddled afterwards.
I would say that roughly forty minutes later, I put my bra back on. He whistled at me. He's a fun, sweet person.