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Ethel held his dick firmly and felt it jerk in her grip. She heard a throaty moan from him and the urge to pleasure him took over her. Ethel ran her fingers over his dick, gently but firmly. She took her finger to his tip and gave it a little tease that earned her another moan from him. She began to move her hands up and down his length, giving him a handjob as best as she could. "Fuck, your hands feel so good, Angel" he groaned in pleasure. "I'm going to cum if you go any faster, Angel"

Her other hand then went to the side of my boxers, tugging it down a few times before it fell. She let out a little gasp as I stood completely bare in front of her, only with her one hand covering me. She was about to pull her hand away once she realized what she'd done, but I was quick to hold her hand down so she couldn't move. Pressing on her hand gently, I motioned for both our hands to move in sync. Once she understood what I wanted, I took my hand off her and I just watched her. Her small hand was moving slowly up and down on my length. She put a little bit more pressure with each stroke, and her thumb would rub over the tip every time she reached the end.

I grinned at her, then rubbed her cheek with the back of my palm. "It simply means sex using the hand. You can give a hand job in a case where your partner is so turned on, but you can't eat or make love to them, probably because you're in public or stuff. Now for example. I'm turned on for you," I explained and saw her cheeks turn crimson. "So, have you touched a dick before?" She shook her head and then bowed shyly, "No." I already knew the answer, but for some reason, I just wanted to hear her say it, and it pleased me that I was her first. And I was going to be her only one.

Luan cleaned up my release before moving back up. He lay beside me again, and the three of us resumed kissing. Their hard members rubbed against my sides. My hands moved to grip their shafts, making them both hiss simultaneously. I circled my thumbs over the tips, where pre-cum was already leaking. I coated their c*cks with it and began stroking them up and down. They both groaned, watching my hands. I intensified the handjob. Their members throbbed, and they both came, their release spurting onto my hands. I was delighted that I could make them finish just with my hands. I squeezed them and then licked the cum off my skin. Cuan pushed me back and hovered over

He plants a wet kiss on my lips, and breathlessly says, “Now you’re here. I don’t even need a picture.” I’m getting wetter at the sight of me giving him a hand job. He grows even larger and harder in my hand, as impossible as it may seem. He then removes his hand from mine, and lets me do it without his guidance. I do it exactly as he showed me, and then my hand starts moving at its own accord. Is it strange that my body knows what to do even though I’ve never done it before?

When he saw me, he paused. “Mr Hanson! I’m pleased to see you.” I walked over with my hand extended. To be honest, I had no idea how to show this man respect. He probably deserved more from me than an outstretched hand, but considering how he carried himself—like a youngster without any care in the world—it was hard to not go overboard. Gregory seemed to be hit by realization before he switched his wine glass to the left hand and took my hand in a shake. “Anna Vendel? Wait, you were supposed to come today? Why wasn’t I reminded?”

stare at it. We're not used to this. To simple, innocent touching. Every other time we've made physical contact, it's been charged—grabbing, gripping, groping. Fingers tangled in hair, hands on skin, bodies pressed together in the dark. This is different. This is a handshake. Normal. Professional. My hand hovers over hers, and for just a second, I feel something I haven't felt in years. Nervous. Her hand is so much smaller than mine. Delicate. The same hand that flips through law textbooks, that adjusts her glasses, that fisted in my hair last night while I—

It was so thick that my fingers couldn’t touch each other. Waylon grunted. I pulled my hands away. “Do you want me to stop?” “Fuck no,” he said without thinking about it. I bit back a snort. I moved my hand in slow, languid strokes. I had never given anyone a hand job and hoped that I was doing it right. By the way Waylon was reacting, I felt I was doing a good job. Stroke after stroke, he grunted with each movement. His dick hardened even further in my hand.

I could also feel how hard and sensitive my nipples were pressed inside my bra, as I watched my daughter put her hand out to touch Harry's cock. Jessica reached and held it from underneath, smiling with wide eyes before she sighed and turned her hand over, so it was on top of the throbbing length. She then gripped it firmly, forcing Harry to groan, before she started gently working her hand back and forth. Her hand looked tiny and her red finger nails sexy, as she gave Harry a gentle handjob.

In return my cock twitched in response to her look of longing and she smiled a beautiful smile. Reaching out she wrapped her small pretty hand around the shaft of my hard cock. Her hand was so cool and soft on my cock and I could feel the blood pumping into my cock as I swelled up larger at her touch. Cindy started pumping her hand up and down on my cock and I was surprised at how firmly she gripped my cock until I realized that she had obviously had given a handjob before because she seemed so confident.