I nodded my permission for her to begin, and immediately the vixen’s smile widened. She reached for me eagerly, brushing back my loincloth, which by this time was all I wore, freeing my rampant penis to spring up hopefully before her big brown eyes. A shiver of delight raced through my tense body as the girl’s small fingers closed on me.

I watched through half-lidded eyes as she sat back and held my taut sex so lightly in her cool, soft hands. With a delicate touch, the talented girl teased up and down my shaft, tracing my fierce erection with her fingertips. I clenched my teeth when she curved her fingers into talons which lightly scratched the smooth hardened length. I groaned at the fluttering pleasure of her delightfully cool fingers when they slipped into my crotch to cradle my the hairy sack of my balls. Her supple fingers cupped my scrotum and my masculine equipment and squeezed before she began gently rolling my testicles in the palm of her hand. I sighed with contentment and let my eyes close, giving myself up to the heavenly touch.

With one hand still cupping my balls, she now brought the other into play, wrapping nimble fingers around the turgid shaft, squeezing lightly, tightening her little fist till she held me in an iron grip and I was groaning and twisting in her hands. I managed to open my eyes enough to look down on the top of her head and watch her as she leaned forward, bringing her pursed lips closer so that I thrilled at the feel of her hot breath sweeping over my throbbing prick, hovering just before her face. She extended her tongue slowly until the very tip touched the sensitive underside just below the crown of my upright prick I clenched my fists and groaned, shuddering at the piercing thrill generated by the feel of that wet, tantalizing tongue as it lightly fluttered along the underside of my straining manhood.