.... She only gave a weak nod and an almost whispered, "Y-yeah."
"Were you wrong?" he asked, moving his lips up to her earlobe.
She nodded again, a little more attentive this time. "Yes. I-I was wrong. You're… fucking… wow."
And he was. Sam hated to, but she had to admit to herself that she was wrong. Limp, he didn't look more than average. But rock hard, like he was now, and twitching in her hand, she could feel the veins and the skin, as if it were strained across, as if it were too tight. She could feel the mass of muscle in her palm as she continued to stroke it, running her thumb across the slit at the top, spreading the precome across to moisten the shaft as she stroked. And fuck… she wanted to feel it inside her NOW.
Freddie bit into Sam's neck harder this time, causing her to gasp. As he kissed a trail down her collarbone and to her breasts, he slipped his fingers underneath the waistband of her panties and slid them down the milky white skin of her legs, letting her kick them off as soon as they reached her ankles. He then massaged the area between her inner thigh and clit as he kissed around the soft skin of her breasts, taking one of her nipples between his lips and sucking on it.
Sam started stroking with more fury n...