This is not going to be erotic. We promised and I will keep repeating until the moment passes. Bareness does not need to be erotic. Just like talking about your favorite bird does not have to be erotic, but usually mention of it means some level of sexuality. It's only a bird. It's only nudity.
We tried one more time to insist on the lack of erotica as you described how good it would feel if your cock was maneuvered between my breasts. When you asked if I'd take the chance on you and swallow, my answer was stifled by your head filling the circle formed by my lips. I figured you'd get the jist if I simply moaned my answer. The moan sent chills straight through your cock, up to your belly and somehow your hands were the thing to respond. You reached down. I anticipated you pulling or stroking my hair, but instead, you pulled your pants aside further, reached into them and pulled your balls out more for me to play with. That is when you stroked my hair. In return, you got another long, drawn out moan. We were both completely turned on by now.
Again, you asked about that darn bird. My hand gripped at your balls, closing my fist a bit tighter. You pushed your hips upwards, forcing your cock into my mouth far enough to tickle my throat. With a bit of guidance from your hand on my head, we pumped and bobbed in sync with one another. This was becoming quite the blowjob as best as you could have expected under the circumstances.