Page 117 of Marcello

She looked up at me. “It felt good?”

“Very good.”

She looked back down at the tip of my cock. “Why did that happen?”

“It’s pre-cum. When a guy’s turned on, it comes out… to make it easier to slide inside the woman.”

Her cheeks flushed red, and she touched her fingertip to my crown…

Spread the wetness around my head…

And slowly stroked down my shaft.

Her touch was so tentative… so delicate… that my cock spasmed again.

“Unh,” I grunted in pleasure.

She looked up at me again. “I can do anything I want?”

“Anything,” I reassured her.

She looked down at my cock again…

Then bent over…

And began to kiss it.

Just sweet little kisses… innocent.

But they sent fire burning through my veins.

Her lips pressed against my head with a little mwah…

Then my shaft…

Lower…

And I felt her fingers touch my balls.

“Fuck,” I hissed.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No. Totally the opposite.”

She knelt there in front of me…

Kissing me gently…

And then I felt her tongue…

Soft and wet and hot…

Stroking up my shaft.

OH FUCK.

I gasped and moaned.