Eleanor’s hands moved with deliberate patience, peeling the sheet away from my body until my c**k sprang free, hard and throbbing from the earlier stimulation and the surreal turn this afternoon had taken.
She wrapped her fingers around the base, giving a slow, experimental stroke that drew a low, involuntary moan from deep in my throat. Her touch was confident, knowing….. nothing like the hesitant explorations of newer lovers.
“You’re quite impressive,” she murmured, a hint of sarcasm threading through her words as she continued the unhurried movements.
“Olive is a lucky woman when she remembers to appreciate what she has. Though from what you said, she’s been rather… withholding lately.”
I let out a breathy laugh, the sound strained. “Understatement of the year. It’s been frustratin
