He skimmed his hand up, brushing his cock, then tightened his grip and pumped harder. As he pulled up, his foreskin folded in a fleshy carpet over his wedge shaped knob. As he pumped back down towards his swollen balls, he skinned that naked slab out in a flaring purple wedge.

Melissa was intrigued. The relatively inexperienced virgin was not a total stranger to stiff pricks. She had played with a few cocks when she was necking and petting and she had even had a couple guys cum off in her hand. But those experiences had always taken place in the dim interior of a car, along with all the rest of the awkward and clumsy groping of youth courtship. She liked the feel of hard cock but had never really gotten a good look at one before.

Here, in the clear light of clay, she was getting as good a look as a girl could want. Seeing handsome Mike jacking his own cock was a tremendous turn on.

Her eyes crossed as she gazed at his bloated, bulging, throbbing cockhead, watching that meaty purple slab come flaring from his fist on the back stroke.

His pisshole was spilling out plenty of preliminary spunk. The slime dribbled down his stalk, greasing up his cock for his rapidly stroking hand. The vein writhing up the underside was as fat as her little finger.

Her fingers were itching for a touch of his cock and balls. Her eyes glowed as she gazed at his sex tackle and her mouth was watering as well.

She even timidly moved one hand closer to his groin, hoping that he might snatch it up and clamp it onto his smoking hot prick. She was too nervous and shy to initiate the contact, but she sure as hell wouldn't take much coning to replace his fist with her own.

She was eager to jerk him off, at least. But Mike didn't seem to notice. Melissa tried to look as willing as she could, without actually telling him so or simply grabbing his cock. She arched her slim back, hiking her tits up, and she ran her moist tongue across her lips. Her lovely little face was contorted by desire.