Together we walk for at least twenty minutes making small conversation when he tugs on my arm. “But when I do it makes me feel better, too. BeePorn I don’t have to make his fingers wrap around my shaft and grip me; he does it on his own. A whisper sounds and a small laugh. I rush to the back of the house and through the garage until I hit the back yard. He shakes his head as his cheeks flood with color. I let go of his hand, he continues, and I slide mine into the waistband of his jeans. Instead, he walks forward and slides down to sit besides me. “What are you,” he starts to say but falls quiet. He doesn’t stop me. “Because, I’m gonna cum.”
“That’s the point.”
He pushes himself to his feet and stands over me. He shrugs his shoulders, “Because you don’t have to do things for me.”
Then I take a leap and see where it gets me.
