"That bastard Andrei never knows how lucky he is," he said, pulling his boxers.
Tiffany grinned like a Chester cat. She was lying on her side, watching Reagan putting on his clothes.
"We should have done this a long time ago," he looked over his shoulder after he pulled down his shirt and his eyes glazed with lust when he saw Tiffany's pair of knockers red from his thorough loving.
He reached out to squeeze one of them. "Hey, you sure you're okay with it?" He wiggled his brow at her, bewildered by her uncaring attitude. He knew that she was crazy about her boyfriend but with the way she was acting, he was starting to wonder if he assumed things wrongly with Tiffany. She agreed too easily when he suggested that they sleep together.
"I'm fine with it. You don't have to worry about me." She pushed herself up the mattress, covering her breasts with the blanket. "Just keep your end of the bargain and we are fine."
