Some of my semen had landed on Cass's face, but she seemed to have no idea what it was for a moment.
"Cass, sorry… it got on you."
At the sound of my voice, she finally realized what had happened. Still, she kept a calm expression and said,
"It's fine. Please don't worry about it."
Even though she said that, her hand never let go of my cock. I had already finished, so there was still some residue on the head, on her hand, and on her face. But she wasn't moving her hand to wash it off.
I was in sage mode, but thanks to my ten-year-old body — and the fact that we were completely alone — my erection hadn't gone down at all. When I was thirty, my refractory period was much longer, but this young body was incredible!
Cass remained frozen, so I couldn't hold back anymore. I took her hand and moved it back and forth myself, urging her to keep stimulating me.
"It feels good… Cass, please continue."
