” She reached her hand towards it, then thought better of it and asked, “Can I touch it?” I nodded, swallowing hard. She reached forward and wra...ped her hand around it. She squeezed it. I showed her how to stroke it while gently applying pressure. She eventually got quite good at it, and soon my balls were boiling with cum. “Okay,” I said shakily, “The white stuff is going to come out soon.” I grabbed the tissue just in time. Ropes of cum shot out of my dick into the balled up tissue, some of. Although her muscles were aching, especially her thighs, she felt happy, fucking ecstatic in fact and it was true to say that she didn’t think that she had felt quite this good in a very long time and the direct cause of this emotional high was lying sleeping in the grand bed in the next room. Simon. She’d been working as an escort for five, maybe six years now and even prior to that, she was hardly what you’d describe as a blushing virgin, suffice to say she had rather a lot of experience. ”I stroked myself slowly and smiled at her. “You can do it. Come over here and get me off.”I knew she was going to give in, so I pulled her head down into my lap. With only a show of reluctance, she sucked the head into her warm soft mouth and I groaned. “Damn, that’s good.”She nestled her butt down and went to work, rimming the nozzle with her lips and tongue. I clutched her hair and pulled her head forward so I sunk deeper into the warmth. Some footsteps went by and she tried to pull. ”Sorry.” she whispered under her breath and I smiled, releasing my breath. How did she do that? I wondered briefly. Know what I’m thinking time and time again?Lower and lower her hand stroked, moving from my sides to my stomach again and again, always teasing. Witch, I think affectionately, only for my breathing to alter as I felt her fingers darting along the waistband of my boxers. Her smile widened, lips caressing my chest as she let her palm slide over the silk material, her hand cupping.