Chapter 52 He Didn't Need To Be 2

• I traveled back up to the swollen head, wetting my fingers with his juices, and stroked back down, slowly, then back up, slowly, over and over, until he was soaked and slippery, and my hand could move with almost no friction at all. I increased the pressure of my grip slightly, moving up a little faster, massaging the sensitive head and making him groan, then slipping down to his base, then back up.
• I must have done that for at least five minutes, gliding my hand up and down and around that thick, gorgeous cock, feeling his skin soft as silk, wet as my pussy, hot as a fever, and hard as steel beneath my touch.
• Finally I couldn’t stand it any longer. I pressed my upper body against his and sought his mouth.