Three feet of cock- 3

“No way, it’d be too inaccurate. Trust me, this is the only way.”

She bit her lower lip, unsure, but didn’t press it. David unzipped his jeans and stepped out of them. “You’re not wearing underwear?!”

He laughed. “Why bother? What can I say, I like to show off a bit… Haven’t you noticed it before?”

She blushed. “I-I-I-I didn’t realize you were going commando…”

“Ahhh, so you do peek…”

“No! It’s just accidentally!” She groaned in embarrassment, clenching her eyes shut.

“It’s okay, Shikha. I don’t mind. I wouldn’t go without boxers if I did.”

“Thanks…” She opened her eyes again, and stared at his dick. “How do I get you hard?”

“Don’t you have any practice?”

Shikha shook her head no. “None.”

“Really? Geez, you must be a saint. Well, do you want to learn?”

She thought about it for a moment, but finally decided. “Yes. Yes, I think I do.”

“Good. Come over here, then.” He laid down on the bed face-up, and Shikha sat down next to him.

He began instructing her. “See that bottle of lotion there? Take some into your hands. Okay, good. Now, lotion up my penis.”