Goodness, Aaron had a big d**k. Why did Calista think he wouldn't? He was thick and long, and from the faint light coming from the moon, she could see the veins throbbing in his d**k.
Her mouth watered at the sight of it, and she wanted it in her immediately. And as Aaron continued to stroke himself, pre-c*m shot out, making his crown wet and flushed. She wanted to lick it.
“This is what you want, angel?” he asked, his voice husky, looking down at her from his nose.
She nodded. “Yes.”
Aaron didn't immediately go down on her like she thought he would. He just knelt over her, stroking his d**k slowly, his eyes hard and his chest raising heavy. He looked… conflicted.
Calista didn't know what to make of that.
How could he go from looking like a s*x god to being conflicted in seconds
