Kasha went on her knees, fumbling with his breeches until his manhood was fully uncovered, the thick flesh standing erect like a knight waiting to swing into war. Slowly, she placed her hand on his shaft, wrapping her fingers around it. It felt so soft, warm, and smelt of musk, as she remembered. She began to stroke his length, like an expert she was and he rewarded her with a moan. Up and down, up and down, her fingers tightened over his shaft and she looked up at him, their gaze locked and she saw he was enjoying every bit of it. She increased the tempo of her hand, adding a gentle twist and yet not slowing down. He moaned her name and she smirked with satisfaction. She moved her hand to his balls and began to roll them around, and then she squeezed it, again a moan escaped his lips. She
