I watched as Jennifer slyly pushed my thick, spit-slick cock back inside my pants and zipped me up, a wicked little smirk playing on her lips. The next second, she "accidentally" knocked over the glass of water she had just poured for me, spilling it directly onto my crotch.
"Ooops… I'm so sorry, Dexter!" she exclaimed with fake innocence, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
She immediately stood up and patted at the wet spot on my pants with her fingers, deliberately pressing and rubbing over the bulge of my hard cock. The cold water mixed with the warm spit and leftover ass-juice made the fabric cling obscenely to my throbbing cock.
Jennifer turned to Emily and Nathalie, grabbing my hand while looking straight at me with a pout. "I'm so sorry… let me help you wipe it off properly."
