STONE ON AMAZON
STONE AMAZON UK
LOVE ON AMAZON
LOVE AMAZON UK
STEELE ON AMAZON
STEELE AMAZON UK
Ashe’s hand against my hard throbbing shaft slid slowly up and down as she stood on tiptoes and set her lips against my ear. “Show me what you do after you drop me off at home, all hot and horny, because I know you think about me riding you, sucking you, fucking you when you jerk off.”
“Kinky,” I grunted, holding her palm against me.
“I would love to watch you stroke this thick cock for me until you come everywhere, Brodie.”
“Deal.” After boosting her inside the pickup, I hurried around to the other side.
With the seat back and the steering wheel tilted up, I waited for her to tell me what she wanted.
“Unzip your pants and show me.”
My breathing was out of control and my cock so stiff it hurt. I pulled open the top button and unzipped as ordered, watching Ashe watching me. Her hooded eyes glowed from the streetlights. A bead of sweat rolled down my chest and I tugged up my shirt. With one hand I reached inside my jeans and pulled out my dick, curling my hand around the base.
“What next?” I asked in a low rough voice.
“Balls too. I want to see your balls.”
I lifted them out and fondled them for a second.
“Gather all that dripping precome onto your fingers and glide your fist up and down your cock.” Ashe’s voice became even breathier. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly inside her halter top.
I did as she told me, grunting as I slowly stroked up and down. Ashe wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, and I groaned. When my fingertips ran across the frenny piercings, she moaned softly. As I twirled the ball piercing at the tip of my dick, I looked down at the steely hard shaft flexing in my hand.
Rigid, thick, incredibly hot, my cock stood straight up from the base of blond pubes. I curled my fingers just beneath the bulging head and squeezed until more drops of liquid welled from the slit.
“Please touch me, Ashe.”
She shook her head. “I want to watch you come for me.”
“Then touch yourself.” My thighs were quaking, and I leaned my head against the back of the seat, pumping my hips and thrusting my cock up through my fist.
Ashe’s hands shook as she untied the bow behind her neck. The top dropped, propelled by gravity, until it hung, hooked on her raised nipples. Skimming her fingers over the round mounds of flesh, she rolled the halter down to her waist with an arch of her back. There was no bra underneath. Her tits looked full and creamy, the tips deep pink and swollen. She threw her head back as she thumbed the buds, pinching and rubbing them.
“Oh, God, Brodie,” she whimpered.