His c**k is fully hard now, standing up thick and proud, with veins sticking out along the shaft.
I love how water beads on the head and runs down the underside, I can still see a trace of me on him, it's dried now, but visible.
I look up at him and his expression pleases me, his jaw is tight and his eyes dark.
He looks angry but I know he's not.
Slowly and still on knees, I soap my hands again, then I take him in both hands.
He’s really heavy and hot.
The skin of his shaft is like silk over steel. I bite my lip before I stroke from base to tip, watching the water rinse away the last of what we did outside.
Again in love with the thrill of how mom's nearby.
My thumbs trace every vein, learning them like I had imagined.
There is a particularly thick one along the underside, then I
