God, it the actual act didn't get him off, the sight would. Flushed and moist pink lips wrapped around his cock, pert little breasts housed by pink fishnets, a tiny skirt hiked so far up he could see the firey patch between her legs. If those lips hadn't actually been eliciting the pleasure that they were, he would have burst at the sight anyhow.

He didn't really have much he could offer in his position, and he wasn't in the mood for trying to find something or change postions. So his eyes zoomed in a a erect little nipple that peeked through the neeting. A grin twitched on his lips, and while she was busy, he slipped his hand to her chest to give the little bud a frim squeeze before rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.