You ask her about the difference in water pressure as you descend. She glows and tells you the proper formula for pressure and depth. You can't help but look at her lush young lips framing the words. You wonder what they would feel like wrapped around your cock. You wonder if she's ever given head before.
She turns and moves to the tea room, talking and glancing at you. This may be your last chance to make a move. She leans forward to get a sonar shark repellant. |