“What do I do?” I ask him and his fingers mold around my hand. He moves my hand up and down his hard length and he groans. He then let my hand go and I mimicked the movements, feeling it twitch in my hand.
“f**k, your hands are so small,” he groans.
“I don’t think it’s my hands that are small, just this thing is huge,” I tell him.
He laughs. “They’re small compared to mine,” he tells me when I feel his body tense and hear his voice change, turning deeper.
“Zirah, either you have to stop or talk to me,” he growls out through clenched teeth when I see Gnash jump to his feet, my hand stops and I look at Regan hesitantly.
Not wanting to stop, I try to think of something to say when I wriggle, sitting up slightly and pressing my lips to his softly. His eyes snap open. He watches me warily
