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Runner and Lilah
Date: 8/7/2015, Categories: Masturbation, Author: Frank_Lee, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories
without talking, while Runner felt his cock get harder and hotter. Trusting her eyes were closed, he kept reaching for his cock and stroked it every couple of minutes, easing that other, purely physical tension. Eventually, his cock was rippling with hardness. His entire shaft and knob were thick with lotion and precum from his stroking. He tried not to let Lilah feel his tension, but it seemed like all he could do to keep from crushing her hand. The gaps between urges to stroke his cock grew shorter and shorter. He kept thinking of how she’d watched him undress. Her breasts were lush and firm, while her slit had peered up at him from between her shining thighs, so sweet and inviting. He felt her hand squeeze his as she let out a long, slow sigh. She was watching. He could feel it. He groaned and flexed his hips as his hand angled his cock upward and continued pumping. His precum dribbled so thick and fast his flesh was completely soaked. He listened to Lilah breathe deeply along with the soft slicking sound of his hand. She let go of his hand and he sensed her weight shift, then felt her hand on his thigh a scant couple of inches from his balls. Her fingers slowly advanced until she lightly grazed the skin of his sac. He froze, afraid the slightest move would make her take her hand away. “I can do that for you, Run,” she said quietly after a long moment of silence. “I don’t mind. I mean, I’d like to. It wouldn’t be like we were doing anything serious.” Runner opened his ... eyes, shading them with his hand. Lilah, so sleek and raw, so beautiful, sitting cross legged beside him, was looking inquisitively at his face while her palm slowly cupped his heavy sac. “Yes, it would,” he said, warning and pleading at the same time. “To me.” “To me, too,” she replied. “I just meant…it wouldn’t be the same as…” “I know what you meant.” He watched her intently. She always seemed so in control of herself, but now she seemed almost shy, as if she were a little afraid of touching his cock. He finally slipped his hand down his cock and over hers, encouraging her. Aching for it as there had never been anything else to ache for. Her hand moved gently under his, lightly caressing his balls. She brought the other to curl around his thick shaft, squeezing, testing his hard resilience. He moved his arm to prop himself up on his elbows and watched her explore his flesh with both hands. She raked her fingers along his pulsing length over and over, making him drip more heavily than before. “You’ve got a beautiful cock, Run,” she said quietly. “I knew you would. I mean…” She spent a long time studying his cock, raking her fingers over his shaft and tracing the heavy ridge around his dome. She soaked her fingers with his oozing precum, lovingly smearing his tautly stretched skin. “You’re so hard, but so…silky,” she said, almost to herself. He could barely speak. It was all he could do just to breathe. “I love you. You know that, right?” He nodded. “You know I love you, too, ...