"Alex… you must have lots of girlfriends," Shyla said softly as her hand stroked my dick slowly, long, deliberate pulls from base to tip, fingers wrapped around the thick shaft, amazed by the girth and length. Her thumb brushed the swollen head on every upstroke, spreading the slick precum that leaked steadily, making her hand glide smoother.
She looked up at me with wide, wondering eyes, like she still couldn't quite believe what she was holding.
"Why would you say that?" I asked, my voice low, letting her keep stroking while I watched her face.
"You're so caring, Alex… and your dick is so big," she murmured, her cheeks flushing deeper. "I'm really envious of whoever it is. But an old lady like me can only dream of all this." Her voice cracked slightly at the last part, self-conscious and almost sad, but her hand never stopped moving, squeezing gently, feeling every pulse and every vein, as if she were memorizing it.
