I gently ran my fingers over the hard veiny surface as I looked into his eyes. Anticipation was the name of the game, and I came to win.
“Tell me what you want,” I whispered in his ear.
“Please, baby, stroke it.”
I wrapped my hand around the shaft with just enough pressure to make him instantly moan. Then I began moving it up and down the length.
“Is it hard just for me?”
He nodded his head, unable to form a coherent sentence. I dipped my head down to kiss the tip and felt his hand on the back of my head.
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