I started by his side. My chest almost burst with the joy spearing through my body. My gaze focused as I ran my hand lightly up and down his c**k. It was a lot softer, almost silky, than what I'd had thought it would be.
His powerful thighs moved restlessly on the huge bed.
The texture of his skin was so different in different areas: rough, but soft on his legs. Soft as heated silk on his c**k. Smooth and firm on his abs. Hard pebbles for his n*****s. He was a smorgasbord of textures and tastes. And I intended to learn and memorize every single one.
I leaned down, ran my nose up the length of his c**k. The natural scent of his body made me clench my thighs together. I stuck my tongue out, following in my nose's wake.
"Mm. I like the way you taste," I murmured, more to myself than t
