Three feet of cock- 4

He rubbed her shoulders and began to kiss her exposed neck. “We’ll just have to take advantage of it…”

She tilted her head back and moaned. Her hands clenched on his arms. His touch was electric. It had been too long since she had last felt him. Already she felt herself growing moist. And Tristan was already hard… She slid down one hand and began rubbing his shaft through his shorts. It was even thicker than she remembered. Her body grew warm with desire.

“Let’s get business over with, Tristan. I want to be able to enjoy this.”

“Gladly.”

She got onto her knees in front of him and undid his shorts, slowly pulling them down, teasing herself. His cock strained against is white boxers. Its outline was obvious, from his long shaft to his large, swollen head. She grazed her fingertips up and down his shaft, giggling as it quivered beneath her touch. “Mmm, somebody’s eager…”

“Still a tease, I see…”

“And you still love it, I bet.” She looked into his eyes and reached underneath his boxers to grip his cock tightly. “Or is this just coincidence?”