It pulsed with need, the thick length glistening faintly in the moonlight, veins prominent along its shaft, the tip already slick with anticipation.
Her eyes widened at the sight, a mix of awe and nervousness flickering across her face.
I stepped closer, letting her feel the heat of me against her thigh, the weight of my cock brushing her skin as I pressed myself nearer.
I pressed it against her pussy over the fabric of her thin panties, as if wanting to feel the heaven I felt that day under the effect of intoxication—fading memories that should have been unforgettable.
"Touch it," I growled, grabbing her hand and wrapping her fingers around my dick, as I felt she shouldn't be the only one feeling the fingers' touch—I also deserved it a bit.
"Hhgh—" But her grip was shy at first, soft and careful, but when she squeezed, I groaned low, my hips bucking into her hand.
Her calloused hands, soft yet rough, were just giving an inexplicable sensation.
