Yuta nodded. He wouldn't mind, and from what he knew then his girlfriend would find this hot when he would tell her later.
"Sure, I think it'll help. Thanks."
"No problem! I mean, it's sort of my fault, right?" Karen looked down at her chest and then at his crotch. "That's really just from these?" She gave them an experimental jiggle and smiled, seemingly impressed by their power.
"They're pretty incredible. I can't help it."
She beamed. "Yay! Alright, let's get you relaxed." She dug through her purse and pulled out a small, plastic bottle. He held out his hand, but she didn't even notice. She walked straight past him and held the door open. "After you."
Yuta's cock twitched. His curiosity soared. He suddenly realized that neither of them had actually mentioned masturbation. Was Karen really planning to offer him a helping hand herself? He walked into the small room with a feigned nonchalance that hid his growing excitement. He heard the door lock behind him.
