Lars lets out a breathy little sound of contentment, closing his eyes as Lauren jerks him off. But when he opens his eyes again, he notices that Lauren's eyes are kind of distracted, which is... kind of distracting. He glances at Lauren's softening, spent cock, still a little wet from Lars's mouth.

He furrows his eyebrows, frowning. Then he grabs Lauren's wrist kind of unceremoniously out of nowhere, and he stands up onto his knees, reaching for a shelf by his bed.

"Hang on, I got an idea."

Don't mind his dick kind of uncomfortably in your personal space, Lauren.

"Where is it..."