Three feet of cock- 4

“You know me too well.”

She smiled at the compliment, and pulled down his boxers, freeing his eager cock. She took the tape measure and measured his long, thick shaft pointing towards her lips. Her eyes sailed across its expanse until she reached the end. Six and a quarter inches.

“Well?” asked Tristan.

She retracted the tape measure and tossed it aside. “It’s a secret. I’ll tell you when we’re in front of everyone.”

“Oh come on. At least tell me if it’s good or bad.”

She took his shaft in one hand and punctuated each word spoken with a light kiss on the tip of his cock. “It’s. Very. Very. Good.”

He groaned helplessly. “You’re evil…”

“I know.” She squirted some lotion into the palm of her hand and began stroking his cock, aiming his manhood at her plump lips. His cock was burning hot in her hand. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to bring herself to orgasm while holding his cock in her hand.

“How about we play a game?” she suggested.

“What kind of game?”

“If you can survive my handjob without cumming, I’ll give you a special treat…”