Three feet of cock- 3

“Yeah,” said Zoe. “You men can’t be trusted to give the right number. They always add an inch or two.”

“Fine. Let’s just make it quick, okay?”

“Sounds good,” Batoul grinned. “Let’s go.”

They went upstairs together and entered the bedroom. Peter sat down on the edge of the bed. Looking away, he undid his belt and fly, and tugged down his pants and briefs.

“Shy?” asked Batoul, as she watched him undress.

“Yeah. I guess so. I’m not really used to this,” Peter admitted.

“It’s alright,” she reassured him, getting between his legs. His cock was still soft. She cradled it gently, softly playing with it, trying to coax it to hardness. She noticed his eyes wandering to her chest, generously filling out her tight sweater, and she smiled wickedly. She crossed her arms under her chest, pushing her breasts up and out. “Do you like these?” she asked.

Peter nodded.

Batoul grinned and took hold of the bottom of her shirt. Slowly, teasingly, she lifted her shirt up off of her body, exposing a few inches at a time, before slowing down, or pulling it back down. Peter’s eyes were locked onto her body, eager for the next glimpse of flesh. His cock slowly began to stiffen, bit by bit. Finally, she lifted her sweater off over her head.