No answer needed

You feel his breath from below as his chest sucks in the air, making your thighs tingle. Overwhelmed with the sudden sensation you can't help it but let mischievous giggle to escape your lovely lips.

You reach back and place a hand on the bulge of his pants. A flick of the wrist and the tent of his boxers is now straining out his open fly!

“Hmm was this your plan?”

You muse rubbing his meaty member through the thin layer of fabric managing to contain it. You try not to show it, but you’re getting excited at the thought of his cock piercing your body as you milk every last drop from his pulsing testicles.

“Picking up recruits, wooing them with the gentleman routine until we’re isolated, and then turn Big! Bad! Wolf?!”

You emphasize the last three words with a long, hard gripped stroke for each, your fingers barely managing to connect around its girth!

His guttural moans and gasps continue to encourage your work, when you suddenly feel his callous hands roughly clamp down on your smooth thighs, crushing and squeezing them in his grip as you can start to smell the thick musk of his cock through his briefs.