But he didn't force her.
He just knelt there—hovering above her—his body tall, sculpted, trembling slightly as if holding back a storm.
His hands moved slow.
One of them gently reached out—not to pin her—but to touch her wrist. He didn't push, just guided. Warm. Steady.
Then he brought her hand forward.
Down.
Placed her palm right at the base of his cock.
"Hng-w-wait!" Her breath caught.
Her fingers barely wrapped halfway around it—soft skin trembling against his searing heat.
It twitched in her grasp—heavy, alive.
Her eyes locked on the sight in stunned disbelief. Her hand looked small—frail—next to the thick, veiny length pulsing under her touch.
And he spoke—voice low, deep, almost reverent.
"You gave me your asset..." His fingers wrapped gently over hers, slowly guiding her grip upward. The skin of his cock dragged firm beneath her palm, thick veins pulsing like a second heartbeat.
"...now I give you mine."
> [Action: Guided Cock Hold (First Contact)]
