Growing boy-1

“Uh huh,” Eric croaked.

Sara wanted to give him the stroke job of a lifetime. “I can’t believe your cock,” she said. “It’s just so damn long, and I don’t mean like some sort of tube either. It’s so wide I can’t even get my hands around it.” At the base, her fingers failed to meet as she grasped his dick. She slid her hands upward trying to squash his cock between her fingers. She may as well have tried to compress a steel pipe. Eric moaned a little as she made his cock-head swell.

“And this thing must be as big as a baseball when you cum,” she whispered, looking at the purple, engorged head. She released the pressure of her fingers and was rewarded with several ounces of pre-cum that gushed forth. “Oh yeah, let’s get this thing really slicked down,” she said enthusiastically.

Sara’s hands began to flash up and down on Eric’s massive meat. The pre-cum continued to flow from his cock tip, and every time her hands smacked into his cock-head the cum splashed onto her arms. “Come on baby, come on,” she chanted, “put out for me, come on.”