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Friends: A Dry Spell

Date: 4/12/2016, Categories: Celebrities, Masturbation, Taboo, Author: dudeman_85, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

judgment, Ross slowly pushed the door open a bit more, and peeked inside. Instead of Chandler and Monica, Ross saw only his little s****r laying on top of the bed. She was reclining back into the pillows. Her knees were up and spread, feet flat on the mattress. With her bathrobe undone and d****d to her sides, Ross saw that she was wearing lacy white bra. Monica's eyes were closed and she gently bit her lower lip as her right hand moved inside her panties. Her left hand showed the extent of her arousal, as it tightly clutched the top blanket. Ross' hand moved faster on his shaft. He was so fixed on the vision before him, that he failed to notice the door continuing its slow swing. It bumped against the wall, making just enough noise to rouse Monica from her lustful world. Her eyes shot open when she realized she was no longer alone. "ROSS!" she screamed. She quickly jumped off the bed and wrapped herself in the robe. "What the HELL are you doing here?" "I'm sorry, Mon, I'm so sorry," he apologized, stepping toward her with palms out in an attempt to calm her. He was completely unaware that he was still exposed. "Where you WATCHING me?" she asked the obvious question. Anger flared in her blue eyes as she stared at him. "No... no... I was... just... concerned that, uh... that the noise... coming from this room... this, THIS room... uh... was..." As Ross stammered for the nonexistent answer that wouldn't make him look like a pervert, Monica glanced down and saw his stiff, ... jutting manhood. "Okay, Ross. You're still... OUT," she reminded him, as she averted her eyes, somewhat embarrassed. Ross quickly zipped up, taking care not to catch himself in the metal teeth. "It's just... It's been... It's that... I'm in a bit of a... dry spell. Well, actually, Mon... I, I haven't had sex in over four months. And I heard you, um... in here... and... and you were just so... I just... I just couldn't help it." "Yeah, well... you can just 'help yourself' when you get back to your apartment." "But Mon, couldn't I just... couldn't I just.. watch?... you?" He asked with a nervous giggle. "What? NO!" "Well, um," he cleared his throat and managed a nonchalant look. "W-, why not?" "Because! Because... it's too... too personal. I wouldn't feel comfortable with you... 'pleasuring yourself"..." she found she was even embarrassed to say those words, "while you watch me... pleasure MYself." "Well, do you do it for Chandler, don't you? I mean, not that he ever... um, ever... told me... anything." Monica made a mental note to rip Chandler a new one when he got home. But right then, she only wanted to end the awkward situation. "Yes, but that's different," she said with an attempt at finality. "Why?" "I don't know," she whined, in frustration, then looked at the floor as she played with the end of the robe's sash. "Because... because I'm engaged to him... and... and you're my b*****r! It would be... EEWW! Can't you just go home and... do... 'stuff' there." "Well, I could... but ...