Jason had a hand print plastered across his face and this was because Allison had smacked him the moment he made that comment.
Jason knew he deserved it so he couldn't even complain but he was beginning to dislike Allison.
Clementine wasn't interfering seeing as it wasn't her business but the clothes she changed into was something that tempted Jason all the more.
She was chiselled, it was almost like someone had sculpted her using a goddess as the model.
Clementine had on a baggy shirt that barely reached her navel but her breasts swayed relentlessly in them.
She didn't wear any bottoms and instead wore a pair of tight boxers as she claimed her ass needed to breathe.
Allison didn't change but instead opted for a shower as she felt dirty leaving just Jason and Clementine in the room.
Clementine was sprawled awkwardly across the bed, her legs spread apart with her stomach to the bed.
