Growing boy-1

Sara couldn’t stop her fingers from their sensuous task. How much larger could this boy’s cock get? Would he leap from the table, calling her a pervert and ruin her professional life? She looked into his eyes and saw only excitement and encouragement. “Do you like this?” she asked. He nodded his head. “I can make it feel even better. Would you like that?” she asked. Her voice was low and seductive. She took his wide grin as an affirmation.

She turned and picked up a bottle of lotion from the top of a nearby cabinet. She squirted a generous portion onto the palm of one hand and held it there for a few seconds, warming the slippery liquid. Careful not to spill the lotion, she coated every square inch of Eric’s cock with the cream, and then she began to give his dick a thorough massage. It was like kneading a hard muscle. She ran her hands from his oversized balls upward. Every time her hands squeezed his cock-head his hips jerked or rocked about.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” she said in a whisper.