Yes, Please

Dylan got up on his knees and crawled in closer to Irene. She curled her fingers around his shaft and started giving it long, slow strokes. He shifted around a bit, redistributing his weight to get more comfortable as the saucy red-head jerked him off. Her other hand reached in between his thighs, cupping his heavy balls and fondling them. Lifting her gaze from Dylan's cock to his face, she saw that he had a wide smile of contentment, with his eyes closed and his head tilted back. As she used her hands on him, he kept his own hands on his waist.

He did not try to touch her or anything, after all, she was the wife of a close friend. Copping a feel or kissing her would be way out of line. What she was doing . . . Well, it was just a handjob, not much more than a friendly handshake. A very friendly handshake, and one that is always appreciated.

"Mmmm," Dylan's loud moan caused Irene to briefly look up at his face again, and then she returned her attention to his cock. She pumped faster, squeezing into the hard shaft as the fingers of other hand rolled his nuts around. Dylan started arching his hips, thrusting towards Irene as she labored to get him off. Whenever her hair would fall across her face, she would toss her head to clear it, not wanting to remove either hand from its task.

"Oh, yessss!" Irene squealed with a giggle when that first blast of cum hit her bare skin, just below her halter top. The second and third struck her in rough the same spot as the spewing cock poured out a torrent of cum. Over and over it twitched and jerked, each time firing out another shot.

When his balls were finally drained, Dylan collapsed back on his haunches, resting on his heels as he fought the urge to kiss her. "Oh, Irene," he slowly shook his head in awe as he said her name like a prayer. "That was . . . Oh . . . Just so, so good."