Page 91 of Sex on the Beach

“Ahh!” I cried out as a sharp lightning bolt of pleasure traveled from my head to my toes.

He continued teasing them, pressing them together then separating them and showing each an equal amount of care and attentiveness.

As much as I was truly enjoying the feeling of being worshipped by Jimmy, I wanted to participate in this seduction. I didn’t want to be the only one being taken to the brink of ecstasy over and over again. I wanted to inflict the same delicious torture that I was suffering back on him.

So, I took matters into my own hands. Literally.

I grabbed the steel-hard erection jutting out from his body and stroked my hand up and down its length. I was hoping that it felt good and was about to ask when I got my answer.

A guttural groan ripped from deep inside his chest.

Mission accomplished.