Still holding his gaze, Neticia positioned herself well before his erection and grabbed it, causing his breath to jag; he suffered from shortness of breath from her touch.
He wanted to shut his eyes and she was fast to read it.
“Look at me,” she husked, wrapping her two hands very well around his erection. He obeyed as if he was under a spell; he opened his eyes.
Feeling happy at his obedience, she began to move her hands gently, up and down, up and down his rod. It was only her hands and already, Nixon couldn't think straight. He couldn't think of anything but the sparks which the hands of the beautiful woman before him invented in his head.
He had not even finished mastering the wonders of her hands when she opened her mouth and caused her tongue to flicker over his cap, so fast as t
