A handjob

Dustin figured that some amount of **** would be in order if he didn’t give her at least a helping hand, so he sat up again and scooted up to the fenceline, oddly curious about the monster before him. His eyes were wide as he inspected the unnatural tool coming from next door. She wagged it back and forth with her hips, and a stream of precum dripped in a crooked line down onto his lap. He grasped the giant thing with one hand, and a delighted squeal came from behind the fence, he could feel her smile beaming like there was no fence at all between them. He tugged it once, sliding his hand along the length of the shaft from base to tip, pushing out another large drop of precum. His mouth watered inadvertently. Her cock jumped, obviously excited and close to bursting. The tip was smaller than he remembered it, perhaps the **** had exaggerated things visually, although it was still massive up close. It throbbed anxiously as he grabbed it with his other hand, slowly moving both hands up and down the shaft. He could hear low guttural moans coming from Patricia as he slowly worked her over. That made him feel good, he wanted to repay her for such an amazing blowjob. Dustin began to move faster, and she responded by producing even more precum. With each stroke of her long shaft she would squirt out a generous drop, that kept dropping down onto his lap. His leg was beginning to get soaked. The pattern was hypnotizing: push, pull, drip, push, pull, drip. He licked his lips without thinking about it.

Patricia threw back her head, savoring each stroke that her neighbor gave her. She took a huge gamble just pushing her cock through the fence and asking “pretty please with a cherry on top”, but she had to try it. Boy was it worth it. Even if it was just a handjob, it was better than finishing by herself. She shouldn’t have been surprised at the teen’s gentle touch, since last time was **** induced, but somehow it made the experience better. Whether it was timidness or innocence, she felt like the kid cared. Something about the way he handled her, the way he caressed his thumb under her tip with each stroke. He wasn’t just going through the motions to pay off a debt.