Her warm (and thank god, it was a cold night) hand moves my underpants to one side, dribbles a little saliva onto her hand and wraps around my shaft and begins stroking. Pretty soon, my self-made lubrication oozed out into the gooey mix, making it extra slippery.
Me: “Uhh, R, where…” (This is one circumstance I still don’t know how to begin to say)
R: “Right here (motioning to her breasts)”
conclusion at Wank Log: The Party
