Hina's hand moved with an almost hypnotic rhythm, gliding back and forth along the entire length of his cock. Each motion was smooth, wet, and unhurried. Her palm and fingers were slick, nearly drenched with the viscous fluid steadily oozing from the sensitive tip of his dick. That thick, warm liquid acted like a natural lubricant, allowing her strokes to glide even more fluidly, creating an obscene, sticky sound that echoed softly in the air between them.