The dazed look on Reagan's face abruptly fades away as his eyes snap down to me, but by then, my tiny hand had already grabbed his d**k and is pulling it out of its confinement.
And oh my, was he big. I haven't seen them yet, but my hand barely can wrap around it completely. He's soft in my hand, but not for long.
"What the f**k are you doing?" Reagan hisses as he grabs my wrist to stop me. But instead, I ignore him and use my other hand and dip it inside his pants. As fast as I could, I brought out his half-hard c**k and began stroking him. He wasn't even fully hard yet, and he still looked big.
"Ellie..." He growls threateningly, bunching the sheets in one hand as the other takes hold of my other hand. But he doesn't stop me as I continue to stroke and squeeze him. He tilts his head b
