"Ahh…" I moaned as Emily stroked my dick, her fingers gliding over me with a touch that was soft but electric, sending little shocks up my spine.
Her grip was firm yet gentle, teasing me just right, and I could feel every nerve lighting up under her hand.
She tilted her head toward her husband, who sat there, his hand already grazing over his own dick, stroking slow like he couldn't help himself. She flashed him a smile—wide, smug, dripping with satisfaction—like she was showing off how much she was loving this, loving me in her hands.
Then she leaned down, her dark hair falling forward as she took my dick into her mouth.
