His length was larger than I expected. Even though it was outlined by his pants, it never compared to seeing it close up and personal.
I felt as if it was staring directly at me. I poked at it, watching it bobble back and forth. I knew I was examining it like an experiment. In my mind I knew what I wanted to do to him, but I didn’t know exactly how.
I glance up at him and realise he’s smirking at me. He’s enjoying my astonished expression.
“What…” I bit the bottom of my lip. “What do I do?”
He smiles, scoffing a little. “Do you want me to show you?”
I nod my head, trying to look anywhere but at his face and his exposed d**k.
“Give me your hand,” he says, and I comply, resting my hand in his exposed hand. As if we were moving in slow motion, he brings my hand down to him, wrappi
