AIF Open Zoe
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| - | The hand was slowly going up and down your shaft. There was something extremely exciting and weird about that hand... Each stroke was making you harder, the hand was keeping the pace. When you got as hard as you could and you were dripping with pre-cum you slowly opened your eyes and saw a small hand bashfully stroking your dick... But... That hand was reaching from behind you... | + | The hand was slowly going up and down your shaft. There was something extremely exciting and weird about that hand... Each stroke was making you harder, the hand was keeping the pace. When you got as hard as you could and you were dripping with pre-cum, you slowly opened your eyes and saw a small hand bashfully stroking your dick... But... That hand was reaching from behind you... Could it be? You slowly turned your head and saw that it was, indeed, Zoe. |
| - | "Sorry..." | + | |
| - | "No, Zoe, don't stop now. It feels ''so'' good." She wasn't saying anything for a second, just staring at you with mixture of shame and admiration. | + | "Sorry..." She mouthed, blushing and withdrawing her hand. |
| - | "Does it really?" | + | |
| - | "You can stroke it faster, you know?" you told her. She looked at you and asked | + | "No, Zoe, don't stop now. It feels ''so'' good." She wasn't saying anything for a second, just staring at you with mixture of shame and admiration. |
| - | "Are you sure? I can feel it pulsing pretty hard..." | + | |
| + | "Does it really?" She finally asked. | ||
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| + | You nodded and she slowly reached for your dick, again. You moaned, when her hand wrapped around your boner to encourage her. Her hand was a bit cold, which strangely was turning you on even more. She was stroking your dick with the same slow pace as before. You looked at her and saw her eyes fixed on your cock, her face showing dedication and joy. | ||
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| + | "You can stroke it faster, you know?" you told her. | ||
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| + | She looked at you and asked, "Are you sure? I can feel it pulsing pretty hard..." | ||
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| + | You assured her it's OK and she picked up the pace a little bit. | ||
You were just about to tell her to speed up some more when you heard something - like a twig breaking. | You were just about to tell her to speed up some more when you heard something - like a twig breaking. | ||
Revision as of 22:17, 8 March 2015
The hand was slowly going up and down your shaft. There was something extremely exciting and weird about that hand... Each stroke was making you harder, the hand was keeping the pace. When you got as hard as you could and you were dripping with pre-cum, you slowly opened your eyes and saw a small hand bashfully stroking your dick... But... That hand was reaching from behind you... Could it be? You slowly turned your head and saw that it was, indeed, Zoe.
"Sorry..." She mouthed, blushing and withdrawing her hand.
"No, Zoe, don't stop now. It feels so good." She wasn't saying anything for a second, just staring at you with mixture of shame and admiration.
"Does it really?" She finally asked.
You nodded and she slowly reached for your dick, again. You moaned, when her hand wrapped around your boner to encourage her. Her hand was a bit cold, which strangely was turning you on even more. She was stroking your dick with the same slow pace as before. You looked at her and saw her eyes fixed on your cock, her face showing dedication and joy.
"You can stroke it faster, you know?" you told her.
She looked at you and asked, "Are you sure? I can feel it pulsing pretty hard..."
You assured her it's OK and she picked up the pace a little bit.
You were just about to tell her to speed up some more when you heard something - like a twig breaking.
