Such a marriage could not have been further from what Jason vowed to create with his new bride. Her desire to touch him was an unexpected good omen that Pris was cut from a different cloth from her sisters in the Cult. So he smiled broadly and opened his arms as if to say ‘be my guest’. She sat up and crawled to the edge of the bed and dangled her legs over its edge as she reached out with tentative hands to touch his chest, gently stroking its fur and allowing her fingers to graze his n*****s. This caused his p***s to jump as he said,
“Mine are just as sensitive as yours, I suspect, and they like to be treated roughly when I am close to coming as well.”
She nodded and promised to herself to remember this as she gave them both a playful tweak before allowing her hands to drift down to hi
