Awkward Handjob

Reluctantly, you move your hands away from your member. Hina gasps as your throbbing, rock-hard erection bounces away from your pelvis to stand straight up like a flag pole. She seems shocked and mesmerized at is beats in time with your heartbeat, a thin trail of pre-cum oozing down its side.

"I-It's so big..." she breathes.

It's really not. Above-average at best, and that's only because you're a grower, not a shower. But then again, you suppose Hina doesn't have much to compare it to.

One hand still stroking your hair, Hina hesitantly reaches the other out for your hard cock. As she's about to touch hit, her hand recoils, like she's afraid of a wild animal about to bite her. But mustering up her courage with a hard gulp, she places her hand around it.

"Ah!"

"S-Sorry! Did that hurt?" Genuine worry is on her face. Well, from what of her face you can see with her barely-clothed breasts blocking your gaze.

"No, just... It's sensitive," you explain.

"Um..." She looks down at your face, glances at the throbbing member in her grasp, then back at your face. "Can you... teach me how to do this? Please? I want it to feel good for you, but... I don't really know how."

Holy hell, are you really going to explain to the Ultimate Swimmer how to jerk you off?