Luna's soft hands glided along Riley's thick, throbbing length, her fingers tracing every ridge, every pulsing vein.
She marveled at the sheer size of him, feeling the heat radiating off his arousal. Her touch was both gentle and eager, her strokes slow and teasing as she relished the weight of his cock in her hands.
She wanted to make him feel good—no, she needed to—and the deep, shuddering breaths he released only encouraged her further.
"You're so big, young master Riley," she whispered, her warm breath fanning against his sensitive skin. "I love how hard you are for me."
Riley groaned, his head tipping back against the pillows. Every deliberate stroke of her hands sent jolts of pleasure through his body, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
His muscles tensed, his breathing growing heavier with each passing moment.
Ten minutes of her relentless teasing left him trembling. His control was slipping fast.
Finally, he exhaled sharply, a note of urgency in his voice.
