She slipped her hand between us and into my boxer, rubbing over my cock, her soft hand sending another wave of pleasure racing up my spine and I kisse... her even harder. Her soft hand slid down my throbbing cock and started fondling my balls, playing with them gently, she scraped her nails over them, making my cock jump, I gave her ass a sharp slap and she broke the kiss with a gasp“God Will, how do you do it?”I looked puzzled at her“Do what babe?”She started to strip off my boxers“You make me. She didnt say a word, but she turned her head to look at me, nodding her consent. I leaned into her and gave her a short but deep kiss, then moved my mouth to her neck and ears, nuzzling each to soft, approving moans. Sarah continued to stroke my cock until my own pre-cum started leaking out the tip. She used that to lubricate her fingers and started to forcefully grope the head of my cock, milking even more of the clear, slippery substance from my shaft. Sarah was learning a lot, and it wasnt. She quickly opened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and lowered his zipper. Kneeling down as she lowered his trousers, his cock flopped out and smacked her in the forehead. “Someone happy to see me?” she asked. Grabbing her head between his hands, he guided her face toward his member. Opening her mouth, she slid it in, swabbing her tongue over the helmet. She savored the droplets of pre-cum oozing as she began to take more of him into her mouth. “Oh fuck, your mouth is so fucking hot. You like. The actual fun started when she asked me to write the story on her behalf (after reading my blog). I tried to write it so many times but it lacked the required feel. Geetu was conservative and didn’t share her contact details. It was hard for Geetu to explain the incidents as we had different mother tongue as well.‌I took some time, figured out that it will be easy to write if I managed to experience it in real. I waited until she had full faith in me.After some days, Geetu and I decided to.