Devon said nothing as her Leader - a more fitting term, really - played with her cock. She smiled briefly as her hand was seized and placed upon his half-hard member. She gently brushed her fingers across it, smiling again as they enclosed his cock in a firm-yet-gentle grip. Now her smile turned almost wry. She liked the sound of this game that her Leader was proposing. It sounded hot and fun.
“As you wish, Leader,” she said.
To start, she gently stroked his shaft for a few moments. It was hard in no time at all, responding nicely to her girlish touch. Then, still gripping his cock, her thumb traced the lip of his head so softly that, if he was anything like her, it would set the nerves in his thighs on fire. She twisted her grip a little as she did this, moving it in the direction opposite that in which her thumb was stroking his head. She felt the same thing happening to her own cock, much to her delight, and she kept it up - just as slowly, just as softly - for several moments. As the seconds ticked slowly by, Devon’s breathing began to grow shallower; she took her breaths just a little quicker; her body began to tense up a little, although she wasn’t quite ready to come just yet.
She grinned as she rubbed her thumb across the top of his head, feeling the pre-cum there; she swirled it around, knowing full well what that would do to him. She bit her lip as he mimicked her actions, enjoying this game. If this kept up for much longer, she’d have to start holding back. She wasn’t sure if that would be fun torture or just torture - yet.
“As you wish, Leader,” she said.
To start, she gently stroked his shaft for a few moments. It was hard in no time at all, responding nicely to her girlish touch. Then, still gripping his cock, her thumb traced the lip of his head so softly that, if he was anything like her, it would set the nerves in his thighs on fire. She twisted her grip a little as she did this, moving it in the direction opposite that in which her thumb was stroking his head. She felt the same thing happening to her own cock, much to her delight, and she kept it up - just as slowly, just as softly - for several moments. As the seconds ticked slowly by, Devon’s breathing began to grow shallower; she took her breaths just a little quicker; her body began to tense up a little, although she wasn’t quite ready to come just yet.
She grinned as she rubbed her thumb across the top of his head, feeling the pre-cum there; she swirled it around, knowing full well what that would do to him. She bit her lip as he mimicked her actions, enjoying this game. If this kept up for much longer, she’d have to start holding back. She wasn’t sure if that would be fun torture or just torture - yet.