He was the anxious type and taking my time was sure to drive him crazy. Without his encouragement to go faster, I kept my movement sultry and smooth, all hips: A change that allowed focus on myself. xnx The subtlety of the veins, little bumps I had not noticed before, the underlying unevenness of his shaft, all so intriguing. It moved, his testicles flinched against my touch. Instinct kicked in. Without wasting any more time, my hands moved on to other areas, down his now flexed belly, over the soft patch of hair, to his throbbing cock. Good enough. Oddly, they are not always in the same place, none-the-less easy to find.
