His cock is fully hard now, standing up thick and proud, with veins sticking out along the shaft.

I love how water beads on the head and runs down the underside, I can still see a trace of me on him, it's dried now, but visible.

I look up at him and his expression pleases me, his jaw is tight and his eyes dark.

He looks angry but I know he's not.

Slowly and still on knees, I soap my hands again, then I take him in both hands.

He’s really heavy and hot.

The skin of his shaft is like silk ...