I feel like it should be said that I have especially sensitive balls, now I say that to explain why her slowly rolling them in her fingers had me squirming and stifling soft but insistent groans and moans. Her hands were so soft and my cock was already throbbing hard and making a tent out of the blankets. I reached down and put my hand on it, laying it on my stomach while I felt her fingers slowly moving the skin on my sack and gently pulling on my balls while she lazily massaged them. “How much do you really cum?” She whispered as I panted softly and kept my head back out of view of the others. “K-Kris…they’re r-right there….”

My comment didn’t seem to make a difference, if anything she squeezed a bit more and I felt her thumb slowly rubbing at the base of my cock. “Then you need to be quiet…or should I stop?” When she said this she did just that, and i let out an involuntary whine, I know not the most masculine display but what can I say…she had me by the balls on this one…eh? Okay I’ll stop being funny. Her response to my noise was to move her hand up to my now achingly hard cock, her fingers glided up my shaft and I watched her stretching out a bit to do so, that’s when I knew we’d get caught if we continued like this. “W-wait…let me move…” I whispered with an effort.

I sat up and scooted behind her seat, she rolled over and reached around it to me, I couldn’t see her face much at all but now all of our movements were hidden for the most part. Her hand found my cock and my shorts, I helped her pull them down and we both froze when it sprung up and audibly slapped my stomach. Then she touched the base, doing her best to grip around it and followed it all the way to the head, gently rubbing the tip as she whispered. “I fucking get over how big it is…Adam’s is like half of this…”

It’s not the first time I’ve been praised but my heart fluttered and my cheeks blushed. There was something different about Kris saying it. Needless to say now my heart was beating quickly, and she could feel it in my cock, it was throbbing enough to move the blankets. Her giggle and the slight glimpse of her smiling face told me all I needed to know on that front. Then she whispered. “It’s like a flood up here you know…this isn’t fair.”

Welp that will do it for part two, I hope I’m still being interesting and not worn out my welcome!