“Aren’t you sweet?” You rhetorically ask, still lazily rubbing your thumb over the head of his blushing cock. You spread the creamy liquid over his tip, humming as you do so. He gasps softly under you when you run your thumb over his tip, pleased to see the pearl of precum smooshing under your touch.
He watches as you lick your lips, your breath moving from his thighs to his shaft. He sharply exhales when your soft hand curls around his waiting cock, fingers tracing the protruding veins. Your eyes are focused on the way his cock twitches under the dim red-light of your room. Your warm breath fans over Sal’s thighs as you inch your fingers upwards from his knees to his inner leg.
