'Don't just stand there,' Claire said, smiling, her fingers lightly dancing over her aching clit. 'If you want me, take me. We'll do names later.' Jethro wasted no time, ripping off his clothes with a speed that made Claire giggle. When she saw him naked however, the giggles stopped; broad and barrel-chested, dark skin smooth except for the frequent scars. Two defined pelvic muscles led to his throbbing cock - so thick, C...