He sat on the edge of the bed, and his hands reached out to run lightly over her small, ripe, fruitlike breasts, pausing to pinch each grapelike pink n****e.
"Ahhhhh," she gasped. "No, Mr. Frischeen, I'd make a very poor cockteaser, as you call it." And her free hand reached down and wrapped itself around the thick pike of his shuddering c**k. "Oh my goodness, that has to be the biggest c**k I've ever touched."
"Then you haven't touched very many," he said. "Although I'm big, there are many considerably bigger. And stop calling me Mr. Frischeen. That's much too formal considering our circumstances. My name is Harold. From now on you will refer to me as Harold. When you call me on the phone you will address me as Harold. Is that clear?"
His own fingertips rode smoothly down over her flat
