She pulled his zipper all the way down. His cock was still jammed outside his fly. Belinda slipped her hand in the opening. She ran her fingertips up and down his iron-hard shaft and dipped down to cup his balls.

Tommy began to pant and moan. His hand on her shoulder tightened spasmodically. His eyes rolled wildly from side to side and he clenched his teeth so hard that the long muscles in his jaw began to ache – but not nearly as much as his long cock muscle was aching.

Belinda folded her fist around his shaft and gently pulled his prick out.

It stuck out of his fly, straining and flaring. It was a big cock. Belinda thought it was the biggest she had seen, except for her father's. The shaft was long and thick and the knob was a mushroomed-shaped hunk of purple meat the vein that pulsed up the underside of the stalk was thick and dark.

It looked tasty, she thought.

She wanted to have a look at his balls, as well.

Belinda was fond of balls, knowing that they held all that thick jism. That felt so nice when it squirted into her steaming pussy and looked so intriguing when she pumped it out by hand and would, she felt sure, taste so delicious when she finally got around to drinking some of the precious stuff.

Removing her hand from his cock, she fumbled with his belt buckle. Tommy was squirming about now and her fingers slipped a few times but then she got his belt open and snapped the band of his jeans.

His jeans fell wide open in a wedge.

His cock and balls were fully exposed.

Belinda gazed at that big prick, not touching him now, enjoying the sight and the expectation. Even untouched, his cock thundered and throbbed, basking in the heat of her gaze. Tommy closed his eyes. The eye in his cockhead flared open. Belinda could see a glint of silvery fluid lurking in that parted cleft.

She bent down. Not touching him with her hands, she lightly kissed the tip of his prick. Tommy groaned in wondrous incredulity.