Throb
Throb
Throb
With each passing second, Mikey felt himself sinking deeper—like falling through a soft, endless space. And yet, he stood perfectly still.
His eyes were locked on Gina's, and hers on his mighty cock, which pulsated severally with each passing moment.
She didn't blink. She just stared—calmly, silently. There was no judgment in her gaze, no confusion. Just stillness.
She was mute, yes. But in that moment, her silence was louder than any words.
His heart beat faster. Not from fear but rather from the weight of the steady inspection of his nude length. His dignity, his pride, his everything seemed to rest in what she would say next.
And then, just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, her lips curled—playfully, knowingly. A soft, mischievous smile bloomed across her face, and her own cheeks flushed, just a little pinker than before.
