Tickle his pickle

"Oooh, is my wittle baby gonna squirt his cummies everywhere again? Is the wittle boy about to make a big, sticky mess? Hehehe."

He tried to hold it back. But that's when he brushed against her pinky. While he didn't cum, he did moan as she felt his little pole. This gave her an idea. "Did my pinky feel good? I bet I could make you squirt with just my pinky nail. Wanna see?"

Not that he was going to say anything to that other than a yes, but Marylin immediately used her pinky to gently tickle John's tiny pickle. "Tickle, tickle, tickle. Hehehe..."

With each gentle scratch, his entire body twitched. He was that pent up by the whole thing. After a bit of this, he let loose a few squirts as he let out a big moan. Though all she was doing was just kinda poking at his erection with her pinky, it felt like a full on handjob to him. Probably because, given his length at this point, it was the closest equivalent to one that he'd ever get.

"OOOOOoooooohoooo....Marylin...."

"Shhhh. It's ok, little guy. I know you enjoyed that as much as I did."

John collapsed into her arms with how much he came with that. It wasn't that much, but with his itty bitty balls, it felt like a lot. As Marylin held him, she whispered into his ear, "God that was hot. You and I are going to have a lot of fun."

She then kissed him on the cheek, causing him to stiffen up once again. "Hehehe....it really doesn't take much to excite you, does it little guy?"