Wren

My smile is coy.

“Something to make you come home on time,” I say breathily, biting my lip.

Popping the button of his jeans, I slide my hands into them. His dick springs up immediately, and he throws his head back.

“Birdie, fuck, your–we’re in front of Ray’s ho—” I pump him. “Fuuucckk…”

His thighs spread wider, giving me more room. I lick a strip up my palm, and take him out, stroking him.

He gradually swells in my palm, pulsing.

A bead of pre-cum leaks out ...