“Yes sir,” I said, taking his enormous dick in my hands as I stroked it—my movements were immature and naive, but the way he threw his head back with, his mouth gaping open with his eyes shut as a raspy moan ripped through his throat did something to me.

My mind burned with passion to do more, craving to hear him moan loud, knowing I was the one doing this to him.

His shaft jerked in my hands, as the long veins underneath it, pulsed with blood flowing through.

My tongue darted out, ...