Alexa's POV
Dustin grabs my hands which are clutched before me. I stand upright in reflex as he pulls it slowly, to his c**k. The moment I get to touch it, I freeze. My eyes which are already poking out to falling drifts to his face.
"What are you doing?" I ask, shaking. He positions his left hand over my waist to support me.
"Let's have a cool moment together. I know you must have really missed me?" He asks. I say nothing other than a nod.
"Be free! Touch it, it belongs to you." I hear him say. I look up to his eyes, they speak sincerity. He really means it. Slowly I trail my fingers over it, gazing up to see the reaction on his face from time to time. As I gain more confidence touching him, he begins to brush his broad palms over my end, clipping his fingers on my n*****s.
