Beside the jungle lake, on a rock, Ethan found a comfortable spot to lean against. Sherry sat crouched next to him, her face as flushed as a ripened apple, her heart fluttering with a mix of anxiety and anticipation.
"Ethan, how do you want me to help you?" Sherry whispered, quickly lowering her gaze after asking.
Ethan leaned closer to Sherry, whispering seductively into her ear, "Sherry, I want you to use your bosom for me. I've never been graced with such a... generous service."
"You—!" Sherry began indignantly, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
However, Ethan didn't allow her a chance to refuse. Pulling her towards him, he had her position herself between his legs as he sat atop the rock. This placed her chest precisely at the level of his aroused manhood, allowing her to feel its warmth distinctly.
"Don't be shy, Sherry. Come here," Ethan gently guided her.
