I want to ask if I can touch him. I want to know what a d**k feels like in my hand. But there’s no way for me to ask without giving away just how little I know about this. And I don’t want to give him the chance to change his mind.
He strokes his fist up and down his c**k a few more times, keeping his eyes between my legs. With his other hand he reaches down and spreads me open.
I shift on the sheets, not knowing what I’m supposed to be doing. What I should do with my hands. If I should be quiet.
“Such a pretty pussy.” He slides a finger up and down my slit but doesn’t push in. “I bet it’s gonna be tight. Bet you’re gonna squeeze the c*m right out of me.”
His words make me squirm as much as his touch does.
I keep alternating between watching what’s happening and letting my eyes close
