Adele kept her gaze firmly trained on his face, not daring to look down. Not even a single inch. But then… what was the use of her not daring to look? So unwaveringly, she dragged her gaze down...
His friend was just like this morning: huge, fully erect, and standing proud. Adele was not sure, but something was glistening at its bulbous tip.
The dark red veins of the tightly erected thing made it look as thought it wasn't part of human body at all. Honestly, having no experience with male genitals, she felt it was kind of disgusting yet strangely intoxicating as well.
She turned to look up at him. Ilya let a hand trail down his stomach and wrapped it around his own thick shaft to give it a slow, firm stroke. What she saw made her gasp.
Ilya heard her and smirked. He again closed the whatever little distance between them. Then he bent closer to her, causing her to subconsciously hold her breath again.
