Bring out little Don jr!

Zena’s hand reached the hem of Don’s shorts and carefully and quickly pulled them down, bringing his underwear along with them. Don didn’t seem to register the fact that it was down to Zena’s hand was the wrapped around it.

It seemed to also draw out a slow groan at the mere touch of Zena. Zena began slowly stroking him, while her other hand pressed his head against her cleavage more. Zena gave a low coo that sent shivers down Don’s spine.

“7 inches, not bad.” Her hand didn’t quit moving, sometimes grabbing it hand giving it a gentle squeeze.

Don began shaking again, trying to free himself. His eyes were darting around, but just a bit more and he would be free.