Kailla strokes his sleeping cock

With a mischievous grin, Kailla wrapped a hand around the base of his shaft and gave it a squeeze. Her thumb and fingertips met as the squishy semihard dickmeat gave way. *Ba-BUMP, Ba-BUMP* Kailla felt the stiff-making throb against her palm. She squeezed his cock again, giving it a tentative pump. As his foreskin slipped down off his head, an impossibly thick bead of clear fluid oozed from the tip. Kailla used her free hand to smear it across his head, lubricating it until it gleamed wetly. He was getting fully hard now, she realized with excitement. She cradled and stroked the marvelous pole in both her hands. Her nimble fingers rubbed the base of Stren's pole, fondling and weighing his heavy nutsack, registening the way his testes twitched and bobbed as waves of nocturnal pleasure sent another wave of precum surging up his fuck-trunk. Another twitch, another gooey bubble of pre slid down Stren's shaft until it reached her fingers, mixing with the pussy-juice that still soaked her groping hand. In her cock-addled, midnight state of mind, Kailla found this mingling of wetness heart-breakingly romantic and she shivered as another wave of delicious pleasure made her thighs squeeze together.

Her fist slid up his pole, up and up and up until the bulbous crown was resting in the palm of her hand. She squeezed it and a fat blob of clear lube filled her fist. "Ngh..." Stren stirred in his sleep.

*Shlllk...* Kailla's fist traveled back down the pulsating length, pulling his foreskin down until it was taut. Gripping the shaft at the base, she squeezed it tight, feeling the pulse quicken as the bloodflow was restricted. The two plump nuts rose and twitched as she hesd his cock. Feeling mischievous, the young creeper let the thick rod wave and bob in front of her heavy-lidded eyes as if she were trying to mezmerize herself with this spendulous pleasure-totem.

Tearing her dripping digits away from her open, hungry pussy, Kailla used began to stroke him with both hands. Never had she had to deal with something this majestic. She ran her fingers across its length from base to tip, turning her head to gaze at it, letting the whole cock cast a shadow across her face. She gripped the cock, moaning as she felt both hands grip the heavy shaft. Up and down she stroked, not even noticing the thick thread of saliva that dripped unbroken from her lower lip. Her pace mounted. Each pump of her arms accompanied by a little gasp of exertion as she fucked her fists with the sleeping giant's monstrous dong. "Ah, ah, ah!" her hot breath tickled his shaft. Her tongue protruded ever so slightly from her drooling mouth. Just a few inches of hot, night air separated it from Stren's weeping dickslit. Kailla could almost taste his juices, his cockmusk was so thick! Pheromones muddled her brain, she did't even care if she woke him or not. Let him wake up! Please, let him wake up so he could bend her over properly! Let him wake up so he could fuck her drooling mouths as deep as he could go! "Ahhh..." Kailla came, liquid splashing the ground between her knees. Just from the feel of his cock in her hands, the twitching of his cumvein under her fingers, the agressive, masculine scent that filled her brain with instinctual, ancient commands to breed, fantasies older than words, older than dignity.

Her hands moved *shlik, shlik, shlik*, causing stren's balls to buck and clench as his cock twitched and wept precum onto her fingers...