The heavenly sensation of her warm palms on him made Quinlan's breath catch, especially when she pumped up and down with both hands alongside his length. Now that ensured he truly stood at full attention.
But she did not continue stroking him. Instead, Serika turned her eyes sideways.
Her hands left his cock and instead caught Jasmine's hands.
Jasmine had finished unbuttoning his shirt and was standing motionless, her cheeks crimson and her heart visibly beating against her chest because she saw what the Solar Fist was doing.
She yelped softly when Serika's fingers touched hers.
When Serika began pulling her hands toward his hips, Jasmine paused for a second. Her face expressed hesitation. But then her eyes met Serika's, then Quinlan's, and the reservation instantly vanished, replaced with a small, eager smile.
Her delicate fingers found his penis, exploring it timidly at first. She was hesitant, unsure of where to apply pressure or how to touch him.
