She stroked him slowly, learning the feel of him in her hand. He was thick enough that her hand felt small as she wrapped it around him. He felt hot and hard at the same time and she could feel him throbbing in her palm with each beat of his heart.
She sat up, still kissing him, still stroking him. He followed her movement until they were both sitting up facing each other on the bed. Her hand moved up and down his c**k while their mouths stayed locked together.
She could feel every ridge, every vein under her fingers. Could feel the way he twitched when she squeezed a certain way or when her thumb brushed over the sensitive head.
His hips started moving, thrusting into her hand, and his breathing got harsher. He was panting against her mouth now, the sounds ragged and desperate.
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