“You’re killing me softly, aren’t you? Your hands are so sweet and warm. They’re gonna look so small wrapped around my cock.”

I brush through his short pubic hair with my fingertips, keeping my eyes trained on his. When I slide my hands along his length, his cock jumps against my palms.

“I love the way you feel, Shane. Velvet over steel.”

My body starts to tingle and grow warm everywhere, my nerves getting replaced by an ache for more. More sensation. Fletch braces his hand on my shoulder firmly as I explore Shane’s cock. The other night, I didn’t take the time to notice the different textures, the deeper color of the bulb at the end, the weight of his balls when I cup them in my hand.

The way a glint of light catches on a droplet of pre-cum at the tip.

“Hold onto it with one hand,” Fletch instructs, so I wrap my hand around Shane firmly. “With your other hand, run your finger just around the top. Dip your finger in his pre-cum.”

I do as I’m told, and Shane’s breath comes faster, his cock straining in my hand.

“See that V-shaped spot, right in front of you?”

“The frenulum?” I ask.

Fletch chuckles. “Yeah, nerdy girl, the frenulum. It’s a magic triangle.”

“Magic?”

“Lick it with the tip of your tongue. Light flicks.”

I do and Shane groans in a lungful of air. Oh, I like this. My inhibitions are relaxing in direct proportion to the gathering moisture of my pussy.

“You ready to kiss that cock, Penelope?”

I nod and lean forward, buzzing with anticipation. I want him in my mouth. So much. I kiss my way up and down the shaft.

“Lick him. Lick that big meaty cock like a lollipop.”

I start at the base with the flat of my tongue and go slow up to the tip. Over and over. Shane is groaning, looking into my eyes, and Fletch’s grasp on my shoulder grows heavier.

“Are you having fun torturing him?” Fletch adds his other hand to my other shoulder and starts massaging me there. “He’s certainly having a good time. You like that mouth on you, Shane?”

“Fuck, yeah. Fuck. This is crazy.”

I look up and smile sheepishly at Fletch. “Am I doing it right?”

“You’re doing perfect, sweetheart. Let’s add your hands more. Move one up and down like the other night. You can vary your speed, but always keep your mouth on the tip. That’s it. Keep his dick wet, baby. You’re doing great. Such a good learner.”

I blush at the compliment and experiment with different speeds and pressure, focusing intently on the meaty, juicy cock in my face.

“Slow her down, Fletcher, or I’m gonna come too soon.”