It was as if he was enjoying her gaze as he masturbated with her seated in front of him. His thumb brushed against the bead of clear liquid that had formed at the tip. His pillar bulging with veins, twitched on its own, desperate to pour his essence into her.
The musky scent of his arousal made her head spin. His masculine fingers moved up and down his obscene manhood, tantalizing her with the soft, wet sounds of his touch against his skin. The sight left her momentarily dazed, but she slowly lifted her head to meet his eyes.
“Ha…” he exhaled a heated sigh, gripping the base of his manhood.
