Edna
“Take it out. Right now. I want to see it.”
“My c**k?” Jordan asked. And suddenly I reached over and was yanking at his shorts.
“Hey!” Jordan barked as I was suddenly trying to tug open his fly. He assumed that I was just joking around, but when he felt his zipper being yanked down and button unsnapped, he began to wonder.
“Stop that,” he said, trying to get control of my hands, but before he could, I had slid one inside his open fly and was fishing around his boxers.
“I just want to see it,” I said, grasping the semi-hard shaft in my fingers and pulling it toward the opening.
“No don’t!” Jordan snapped, then felt my fingers grip him. “UUnnnhhh s**t, what are you…Edna stop.”
But I pulled his mostly erect c**k out into the fresh air.
“What the f**k Edna!”
“It’s so warm,” I mu
