[She's seen penises before, of course, but this is the first time she's touched one, certainly the first time she's really concentrated on one. Her free hand traces up his spine, onto his shoulder; under his breeches, she wraps her fingers around his cock, exploring the skin, her thumb tracing around the groove of his foreskin, then up over the tip. It feels different to what she expected, not just hard but soft as well, skin shifting when she moves her hand, like silk over steel.]
[Smiling down at him, she pushes his shoulder gently. Lying down seems like a good idea, right about now. She's feeling trembly and unsteady, and from the look on his face and the sound of his voice, she's sure he's not much better off.]
[Despite how lightheaded she feels, or perhaps because of it, she's gaining confidence. What she's doing is clearly working, after all. She hasn't embarrassed herself, or him, and honestly there's a rush of power in seeing him react.]
[Low, against his ear again] Tell me how it feels?
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[Smiling down at him, she pushes his shoulder gently. Lying down seems like a good idea, right about now. She's feeling trembly and unsteady, and from the look on his face and the sound of his voice, she's sure he's not much better off.]
[Despite how lightheaded she feels, or perhaps because of it, she's gaining confidence. What she's doing is clearly working, after all. She hasn't embarrassed herself, or him, and honestly there's a rush of power in seeing him react.]
[Low, against his ear again] Tell me how it feels?