[Yeah, if she didn't mind the mess he's making on her bicep. Especially when she really goes for his prostate, his precum gushes out like it was a button. His prostate is the size of her fist, so with her whole hand in there she can really give it a good massage--and the feedback is immediate. If she cares to, she could really milk him out...]
Oh, God...!
[As much as he'd like to behave and stay still, he really, really can't. He suddenly tilts to the side, and her little treat ends up rolling down his chest. The sensation startles him enough to reach his arm out and skillfully catch it.
Which means he has a cheesecake-hand now.
He lets out a nervous laughter, punctuated by short groans of pleasure, as he holds out his hand to her.]
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Oh, God...!
[As much as he'd like to behave and stay still, he really, really can't. He suddenly tilts to the side, and her little treat ends up rolling down his chest. The sensation startles him enough to reach his arm out and skillfully catch it.
Which means he has a cheesecake-hand now.
He lets out a nervous laughter, punctuated by short groans of pleasure, as he holds out his hand to her.]
F-five second rule...