Yewbough's eyes widened as Shay began to strip, and be could just barely hide his disappointment when she stopped halfway. From the way he was staring at her body, it was quite clear that he was seeing her without the rest of her clothes. His eyes weren't the only part of him widening, either, down between his legs he was also widening, and lengthening as well, until his trousers were straining like an overstretched metaphor to hold in the impressive-looking bulge beneath.<br/><br/>As he performed he tried to discreetly shift his legs to make his member lie flatter against his body and not create such a large tent in his pants, but not only did it fail to achieve the desired effect, it also drew her attention to his cramped status down there, unknowingly to him.<br/><br/>So when Shay went up close to Yewbough, his erection was very noticeably prodding her skin, and throbbing to boot. His eyes gazed down, between her cleavage. "Um, uh," he stammered, clearly out of his element, which appeared to be limited to flirtatious glances and naughty exchanges, not this physical touch, "boobs? I mean, can you use your breasts to, you know, do it?"