A heated debate and two naked bodies.

In a position where both sat facing each other, legs dangling over the plinth...forgotten was the "sexy".

Back and forth went the 'argument', only to have him swing himself off the plinth and stand taller than tall, with his hands on his hips near demanding of her to seriously think about what she had just said.

It was that motion of his swinging himself off the plinth that caught her off guard.

Distracted by his nakedness, that the passion for further debate ebbed and her gaze dropped to his generous manly package, quite flaccid but, seriously enticing.

A slight pause

"Stop looking at my cock."He said, a tinge of a smile coming through in that statement.
She noticing the reaction in his cock as he said that.

"Why? I cannot stand a sleeping cock when in my company, especially if our conversation is the cause of that. May I tempt you with another sort of conversation and see the effect it may have on that cock of yours?"

Even before she had finished the sentence his cock had sprung full mast.

"No words necessary. Can you maybe show me with your hands and mouth , in a most inappropriate yet most welcome way how you would go about making this dick of mine even harder."

And so dirty politics was forgotten and the sabotage with respect to water left to be spoken about on another occasion and the sound of moans and groans was like music to his cock and the perfect elixir his dick needed

RB.