My mind is racing thinking about the endless possibilities I could do to make him feel good. He adjusts himself on my bed, leaning back so his legs rested in front of him. My small hands reach down in front of him and undo his button of his jeans and unzip them, dipping my hands inside until I find what I was looking for. He moans softly when our skin touches and I watch his face as I move my and against him. His eyes are closed shot, enjoying the sensation and his hip moves forward into my hand.
I need this, need him.
I pull his pants down, taking his boxer briefs with them, and he helps me by lifting his hips. My hand immediately goes back to his shaft and I grip him in his hands. Watching him impressively grow in my hand and twitch every time I move my hand.
My mouth alone was ope
