This is not for pleasure.
You're helping him.
You're just helping him.
Nicolette chanted in her head as she unzipped Alaric's trousers and pulled out his dick.
"Uhmmm," he moaned, his voice low, his eyes closed.
What the fuck!
His cock stood tall, golden, thick, and she just...
How many inches was this?
Seven? Eight?!
Her breath hitched at the sight before her.
You can do this.
She bit her lip, stifling the sound that threatened to slip out. One of her hands wasn't enough to cover his erection, so she had to use both.
She pressed her lips together.
Gentle now.
This is not for pleasure.
Her hands moved up and down against his rod, and Alaric grunted.
Was it out of pain or pleasure?
She couldn't tell.
She leaned in closer, inspecting him as her hands gilded steadily.
It was huge, golden, with a soft patch of blonde pubic hair that grew at the base, and a pink cap that made her instinctively want to climb and ride on it.
Stop this, Nicolette!
Help the man.
