...ong haired blonde was already stroking his semi-erect member.
“Ugh,” Yusei coked out. He felt cool leather of Sherry’s gloved hand rubbing up back and forth manhood. The friction it was creating was generating warmth. The speed was slow at first, but little by little Sherry increased her speed.
That smirk of arrogance and pride returned. Sherry was confident in her skills. Over the years she had learned to use everything she had to her advantage including her body. She wasn’t particularly proud of it, but she had brought man to their knees with sexual advances. “For someone who was complaining earlier you sure seem quiet now, eh Yusei,” she teased. She felt his manhood become harder. “It feels like you are pretty decent down here. I wonder if it will satisfy me.” She put her second hand on Yusei’s length and continued her vigorous strokes.
“Ah,” Yusei quietly moaned. He struggled to hold back the pleasure building up in his body. Sherry’s touch was spot on. She held on to his dick with enough force that she held it firmly, but not too hard that it caused pain. The signer’s blue eyes met with her green eyes. He could see the conceit in them. They taunted him, telling him that she was the one giving him this wondrous sensation and reminding him that this pleasure came with a p...