Man's Best Wingman
She demanded, standing up with her hands on her hips and giving me a full blast of sass.
“This isn’t the way I generally get a woman wet.” I was unable to resist the pick-up line.
“That’s what she said.” She rolled her eyes, hiding a smile.
Well, fuck me, maybe the little ankle-biter did something right today. I smiled, knowing my dimple was out in full force now.
“Now I think I owe you dinner or at least the use of my laundry unit.” I offered, gesturing to her wet running clothes, taking my sweet time to admire how the wet tank top clung to her tits.