"Huh? When did little Greg get this big?"
Hannah murmured.
Deep in her fever dream, all she could see was Greg, Miles' dad.
The strong scent coming from him was so familiar and vivid. Not even a decade had worn it out, instead his cock got ridiculously big. Almost half the size of her wrist. A thick pulsating flesh with veins stretching over it.
"Hmmmm-" Hannah smiled and began to stroke it, grinding her body against him at the same time.
Years of starvation were finally going to pay off, but first she had to indulge the sensation of little Greg's new size. Wanting to feel it with her palm before it entered her.
" Can it even enter me?" She murmured but didn't get any response, only a hot fiery breath that oozed onto her face.
She kept stroking, her hand reached the base and squeezed the ball sack. Massaging it softly before moving up to stroke the pulsating length.
She kept stroking, ten minutes later, little Greg had gotten harder than ever instead of cumming.
