He just stares at my hand.I reach higher and rub and gently squeeze his cock.“Do you like that?”He reaches down and takes my hand off his crotch.�...�Well?, I ask.“It is not unpleasant but I am not gay. I’ve never allowed a guy to touch me. I’ve never touched a guy either.”“I am not gay either but I liked having my hand on your cock. It was so stiff and felt marvellously hot, yet soft too in a way that is difficult to explain. Seeing my hand roll your foreskin up and down your shaft and back and. “Shit!” I could feel my balls tightening and that incredible shiver that ran down my spine as I was coming closer to my peak. Strong fingers continued pumping in and out of me over and over and the warmth of Ash’s mouth continued to draw me in. And then I felt myself finally coming or at least I was until Ash pulled away. “No don’t stop.” I opened my eyes and saw him smirking down at me. “You don’t like being teased do you.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re not teasing you’re torturing.” Ash bent down. I said maybe. He placed his right hand on my left thigh. I was slightly uncomfortable, but also enjoyed having him touch me. I felt myself getting slightly moist; I realized that it was really turning me on.I spread my legs slightly. Before I had even realized it, his other hand was up my skirt, his fingers inside my cunt. I gasped, and struggled to pull away, but his hand that had previously been on my thigh was now holding tight to my hip, keeping me in place. I tried to push on his chest,. I turned it on low and moaned out loud. Damn, it felt so good I knew I could come in seconds. I turned it off but left the dildo buried inside me. I decided now would be a good time to call the line, so I did. I left the hottest greeting I think I’ve ever left. It was obvious in my voice how turned on I was. I wanted nothing more than to get as nasty as I could get with a sexy man as turned on as I was, and I said as much. I almost came just leaving the greeting. I briefly considered.