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Friends: A Dry Spell

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

Mon, you know the whole time I'll be thinking about you laying there..." "DON'T!" She held up her index finger, as she looked wide-eyed at him. "Don't say it." "Mon, it's... it's not like we'd be having sex or anything..." Monica stared at him with a quite troubled look, as she pondered. After all, he'd already seen her. He'd already heard her. And she knew he was right - even if he left, he would be thinking about her "display". "All right," she whined in concession. "But not in here. That'd make it even weirder than it's going to be. Let's go out in the living room." As she followed Ross through the doorway, she found herself thinking about that sight, the moment she opened her eyes. She always did like watching a guy masturbate. Seeing his hand slide up and down his shaft. Watching his balls move as he jacked himself off. Hearing his grunts as he got closer to ejaculation. Monica snapped out of her erotic thoughts when she noticed Ross standing in the middle of the room, waiting for her direction. "Um, you better lock the door... and then just... sit on the coffee table. I'll be, I'll be right back," she said as she walked over to the bathroom. "Is Chandler..." he began to ask. "He's working really late tonight," she called out. "That's why I was... you know. I didn't really... want to wait for him." Ross sat there, somewhat nervously, waiting for her to return. When she walked back in, she was holding each palm upward, her fingers slightly cupped, holding something. She ... stood beside him, summoning the will to treat this like a normal thing. "Okay... um..." she hesitated on the words, "you should, um... pull your... pants down." Her eyes went to the large bulge in Ross' underwear as he opened his pants. His erect penis popped into full view and he eased his pants and boxers down to his ankles. Monica leaned over and spread hand lotion all over his shaft. She tried not to look at him, but his stare was unavoidable. "So you don't... you know... chaff... or anything." She glanced at him only briefly, then her gaze locked on her hands as they worked him over. "Uh hum... thanks," he mumbled, dumbfounded, as his s****r smeared the thick liquid all over his cock. He too was staring at her handiwork. Small feminine fingers and hands gliding all over his hard pole. Monica coated it well, and couldn't help but notice how it twitched under her touch. She resisted the urge to tighten her grip and truly stroke him. Somehow she knew that he wouldn't stop her if she did that. "That's um... that, that should do it," she said softly, as she stood up and wiped her hands on the front of her pink robe. She tried to f***e her mind away from the hard cock that she was just handling. "So how do we..." Ross answered her question as her voice trailed off. "Well, sit on the couch. And maybe... kind of... lay back, uh, into the corner." Monica nervously looked around the room, as she scooted back, resting against a pillow. "Now maybe, maybe open your robe," he directed, ...