Before long, Anatuya could be seen trying to satisfy my cock with sloppy handjobs.
Her breathing was quite irregular, each exhale shaky and uneven as she worked her hands along my length.
There was this strange fire lit under her eyes, a fierce determination that made it clear she perceived this whole situation as some sort of challenge.
Her chocolate-colored fingers wrapped around my shaft with uncertain enthusiasm, moving in experimental strokes that lacked the confidence she normally carried.
I could confirm that Anatuya possessed the dexterity and right mindset to pleasure my dick with her hand, as it was very different from how Lothair could just pinpoint the right thing to do almost immediately.
Lothair had an almost supernatural intuition for what worked, her fingers finding every sensitive spot without hesitation. Anatuya, by contrast, was clearly improvising, testing different grips and speeds with the analytical approach of someone solving a puzzle.
