Celine laughs softly. He knows he’s hard, and that he isn’t thinking clearly. All thoughts leave his head entirely when she puts her hand to his waistband and pulls the stretchy fabric to release his manhood. She watches it for a moment as it gently pulses with his need for her. He watches her study him, intrigued as to what she’d do now, or if she was regretting her bold move.
“You don’t have to…” His train of thought disappears entirely when she takes him in her hand, her fingers nearly but not quite touching as they surround him. She slowly and carefully begins stroking him, his eyes close and he lets out a deep and appreciative groan, before lifting his head again to watch her as she works. She’s biting that bottom lip of hers again. George quickly kisses it, sucking on it gently.
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