She kept her hand on my dick, taking it in slowly, feeling how majestic it looked—her small fingers barely able to wrap around the thick shaft, eyes wide with disbelief, staring like it was something that shouldn't even exist in this world. Well, for sure it didn't exist in her world until now, after years with a husband who couldn't even get hard for her.
"Stroke it, Lan… feel it good," I said, groaning low as her warm hand made my dick even harder, the heat of her palm sliding along the length, thumb brushing the head accidental.
She started stroking it slow—eyes fixed on it, mouth open a little in awe, hand moving up and down tentative at first, then steadier, feeling every vein, every throb, learning the shape, the weight.
