makehimcheat: His cock strained and pulsed in my small hands as I stroked him softly. He watched int
makehimcheat: His cock strained and pulsed in my small hands as I stroked him softly. He watched intently and stiffly, unable to keep his mind on anything other than what he knew was coming as I knelt between his masculine thighs. He was a swirling mix of nervous, anxious, and painfully horny. It had been over a month since he last got his dick wet. Constant fighting between him and his girlfriend had left there relationship highly stressed, volatile, and sexless. He needed to get off. He needed to relax. His sprawling, masculine form laid out tensely before me. His thick, uncut manhood laid in my fingers. He looked down at me between his legs as if I were the most beautiful girl he ever laid his big brown eyes on. He needed this. I stroked him deeply while maintaining eye contact as his body gradually relaxed. He was like puddy in my hands as I stroked the tension from his body. Kissing and worshipping his heavy, neglected balls. He groaned softly as my soft, young lips, kissed and sucked his masculine balls – and moments later, as if awakening the beast, he ran his big powerful hand through my hair… -- source link