Stroke him

"Do you like my big cock?" Mr. Crassle asks.

"Yes," you whisper.

"Touch it," he instructs.

You slide your hand down over his chest and his soft belly. He cradles you close to him. Your big breasts rest on his hairy chest, the coarse hairs like wires against the sensitive underside of your tits.

"Don't be afraid," he reassures you. "Wrap your soft little hand around my dick."

You trail your fingers around the bulbous head and down the veiny shaft. It twitches against your fingers. He gives you a squeeze and you obediently wrap your fingers around his cock. It is warm in your hand, pulsing with his heartbeat.

"Stroke it for me," Crassle hisses. "Up and down, sweetie."

You begin to move your fist up and down his shaft. Very slowly and gently at first, but he urges you to squeeze tighter and stroke him faster. Clear precum begins to ooze out of the purpling head of his prick. It's slippery and you swipe your thumb over his cockhead and use it as lubrication.

"That's nice," he says, kissing you on your full lips. "That's good, sweetie. Stroke that cock for me."

You stroke up and down his shaft, rolling your thumb over the swollen head of Mr. Crassle's cock. The precum turns white on his shaft from the friction and you can just smell it, a musky scent. You lift your breasts up off of his chest without pausing in your handjob and offer a hard, pink nipple to the older man. He greedily sucks it into his mouth. You moan at the warm wetness.

He sucks hard, tugging on your nipples and sending jolts of pain and pleasure through your breast. Your hand begins to make a wet slurping sound from all of the precum. Crassle's balls draw up against the underside of his cock and the older man moans into your breast.