Resting back on his elbows, Roland watched her, still as stone, his skin prickling pleasurably under her touch. He was tacky with sweat, his hair all mussed and any semblance of his earlier neatness gone. It suited him rather better than the sharp outfit and slicked-back hair.
Sure enough, by the time she worked her way down that far, he was most of the way to hard again, and it was starting to tell in his breath, which had lost some of its evenness. It only took a few seconds of her stroking before his cock stood to attention again, and he looked at her with a certain light in his eyes, sitting up a little straighter.
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Date: 2015-02-05 04:13 am (UTC)Sure enough, by the time she worked her way down that far, he was most of the way to hard again, and it was starting to tell in his breath, which had lost some of its evenness. It only took a few seconds of her stroking before his cock stood to attention again, and he looked at her with a certain light in his eyes, sitting up a little straighter.