She unbuckled his belt.

Harvey Henderson's cock felt like it was going to come ripping right through the tight denim material.

His balls felt as if they were swollen to twice their normal size, but he figured this was sensational hyperbole created by his sexually aroused nervous system.

His cock and balls felt as if they were suffocating inside his pants.

Harvey could feel his heart starting to pound inside his chest. He could tell that this was a problem that was going to get a hell of a lot worse before it got better. The handsome young man could tell that it was not going to be very long at all before his heart was pounding so hard that it would feel as if it were threatening to pound its way right out of his chest. The good-looking young stud watched as Sheree grabbed, the latch to the zipper to his fly with her right thumb and forefinger. Sheree did this, arching her fingers at the knuckles so that she could only the latch with the fleshy part of her fingertips exclusively – so that her long red fingernails would not get in the way.

Sheree pulled the zipper all the way down. The slight but attractive stud's pants fell open. There was only a dim blue illumination within the car, provided by the full moon which was shining in through the rear window of Harvey's LTD.

The small but well-hung male could see even in that dim light that the white cotton of his jockey shorts was stretched extremely taut by the length and girth of his pecker.

The intensely aroused masculine lover could feel his come heating up inside his scrotal sack. He could feel his silver seed swimming around his swollen testicles with an ever-increasing amount of anxiousness.