DON’T STOP
I gasped sharply, my hips jerking up into her palm.
“Shhh… easy,” she cooed, stroking me slowly with her fingers, tracing the outline of my cock. “So thick. So eager. This is what’s going to make girls cry for more, but only if you learn to use it right.”
She kept rubbing me in long, teasing strokes while I continued playing with her breasts, squeezing, massaging, and pinching her nipples lightly through the fabric. I was leaking pre-cum—I could feel the wet spot forming in my boxers.