Page 36 of The First Play

“It feels good,” I assure her, moaning again when she gives me a little squeeze.

“Have you done this before?”

“Huh?” I look at her, still struggling to think a coherent thought.

“To yourself?”

“You mean, do I Lone Ranger it?”

She giggles. “Yeah.”

I let out a choked laugh. “Yeah. Sometimes.”

When I think about you. When I imagine doing this kind of thing with you.

“Do you?” I manage to ask.

She shrugs, her cheeks turning pink. “Not really. I mean… I’ve investigated down there, you know, but…” She shrugs again. “I mean, when you kissed me and squeezed me before…”

I reach for her, squeezing her boob and enjoying her grin.

“Yeah, like that. It just felt… so much better than when I do it.”

“I know what you mean,” I rasp, drinking in her sweet expression and then closing my eyes with a groan.

“Do you want me to go faster?” She pumps a little harder, and I throw my arm over my eyes, trying to contain myself.

“Do you want me to come?” I croak.

“Yes.” Her answer is so immediate that my head pops off the pillow. I blink at her, obviously looking like a stunned idiot, because she giggles at me. “I want to make you feel good.”

My tongue darts out the corner of my mouth and I lick the edge, my heart thundering so hard I’m surprised the whole street can’t hear it.

“How do I make you come?”

“Just keep doing what you’re doing.” I glance around her room, checking her nightstand and the desk beneath the window.

“What are you looking for?”

“Unless you want me to mess up your duvet cover, we’re gonna need some tissues.”

“Oh, of course.” She lets me go, reaching over me to grab a box off the floor. Her tits graze my chest, and I nearly bust apart on the spot.

I clench my jaw, hampering the groan and fighting the urge to squirt all over her.

“What else do you need?” Her blue gaze is so sweet, so curious, so…

Brushing my fingers down her cheek, I smile at her, this feeling in my chest so full and overwhelming, I don’t even know what to do with it.

“Zander, do you need anything else?”

“Moisturizer,” I rasp before I can think better of it.

“Ooo.” She gives me an excited grin, jumping off the bed and running into her bathroom. Her tits bounce, and I’m mesmerized by them, unable to pull my eyes away as she runs back toward me.

Nerves skitter through me, anticipation making me lightheaded as I adjust myself on the bed and let out another groan when she squirts a big blob of moisturizer into her hand, then grabs my dick and starts pumping.

Holy shit!

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