Sweet form of weakness

She suddenly wanted to give him some of body heat. She had no idea if this was going to work. It was crazy but she wanted him to feel better. She quickly pulled off her nightwear leaving herself in just her panties. She fought the urge to cover her breasts from him. She could do this. He needed this. Just for tonight,she would show her full concern about him without fear of inadequacy. With that,she took off his singlet and then she hugged him tightly on the bed. She thought that almost naked state would suffice his cold. To her surprise,the supposed sick man moved and weakly tugged off his boxer. As he held the rim of her panties,she knew he wanted it off. “I need all of you.”He whispered,throatily. She gulped and then took off her panties. Their bodies locked again in an embrace. She could feel his dick pressing against her belly and it made heat pooled between her legs. He’s sick,Gianna. He’s sick. She kept reminding herself. “Let’s stay this way.”He sighed then she felt his breath