That way, she could stroke my cock without getting too tired.That way, she could stroke my cock without getting too tired. The waves of sensation as she rubbed my prick were almost too much. Without any urging on my part, she used her other hand to play with by balls. I could feel the cum building up as her inexperienced hand roamed up and down my rock-solid prick. I started to push my cock into her fist. She instinctively sped up, keeping a steady pressure on my rod, lubricated by the pre-cum that was oozing forth from the hole in ever greater amounts. Chrissy's hot little fist moved over my dick until I couldn't keep it back any more. Chrissy was surprised as a thick stream of cum shot out, but she kept her hand wrapped tightly on my rod as my nuts pulsed forth their contents. She slowed down as my hot cream coated her hand, but kept stroking up and down, each tug of her fingers drawing forth more of my sticky sperm. Finally, she looked at me. "Did I do it right?" I smiled weakly at her. "You did great, Chrissy." She was looking with fascination at my spent prick and the cum that was hanging in sticky threads between it and her hand. I was seized by an inspiration. "There are two things you can do now," I suggested, "You can clean up, or we can do it right." She unquestionably wanted to do it right, so I had her rub some of my cum onto her tits. She giggled a little, but agreed. Her little nipples stood up again as she massaged my sperm into them. |