Her hand traced its way over my boxers to the base of my straining erection. Xnxx Her hands gripped the waistband of my boxers and eased them down. We were both breathless, and for a moment, the only noise in the room was our breathing. A thought crossed my mind and I rested my hand on her bush, and asked
“Why shave your legs, and not up here?”
“Because,” her response was bashful, “I was afraid it would hurt if I slipped.”
“Do you want me to help you?”
“Yes. It felt like my finger was being sucked in on every pump. She slid her hand up and down my shaft, while sliding her other hand over my chest.
