God, you got pretty hair.” I pushed my hand back through it again, harder this time, and watched his body arch into it. “What else?” I asked him, reaching down to wrap my hand around his cock. He groaned in surprise and arched again, this time leading with his hips. “What?” “What else do you like?” I reminded him. “This,” he whispered, as I started to stroke him gentle. “I like this a whole lot.” “Calm those hips down,” I told him sternly. “I’ll give you what I want you to have.”
