I reach out, my hand closing around his throbbing, heavy length. I gently begin to massage it in a circular motion, twisting and turning, my hands sliding up and down the hard velvet skin. I watch him as he responds to my touch, his head now slightly thrown back, his throat exposed, as the pleasure builds up, a dark flush rising up his neck.
Then I hear him curse out, a low, guttural release. “f**k… yes, that’s it, keep going.”
I intensify the rhythm of my hands, up and down, twisting and turning, my movements becoming a blur of focused erotic energy. Mason licks and bites his lips, his breathing getting ragged, and then he tells me, “Be a good little slut. Suck my dick.”
I take in the tip, my mouth instantly filled with the salty, musky fluid of his pre-c*m. I make a sound of eager ass
