He was sure and allowed me to mingle with his constricted balls. I played with his sack, rolling my fingers around its soft surface, toying with his balls. Slow and pertinent finger-strokes were pragmatically shared with the ball sack. One gentle and circular stroke ended up being a dozen grazes. It continued for the next few minutes, causing both of us to become excited.
Beneath my touch, he gasped. His hairy block of chest rose and fell. The c**k between his legs twitched up and down above his balls. A high-amped shiver had waved throughout his core and sent him into a temporary convulsion.
“Are you all right?” I asked, worried about my intimate invasion with his flesh, though I continued to toy with his balls.
“You have no idea. Whatever you’re doing down there feels great. Keep it u
