"Ahh..."
She ran her thumb over the head, spreading the bead of precum that had gathered there. The slickness made her hand glide more easily.
She repeated the motion, clearly enjoying the way my breathing changed.
"Good… you're doing well." I let out a low hum of approval.
Encouraged, she tightened her grip just a fraction and stroked a little faster, watching my face the entire time to see how I reacted.
When I groaned softly, her wings fluttered behind her in delight.
"Does… does this feel good?" she asked shyly, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Very good," I reassured her, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Keep going. You can use both hands if you want."
She did exactly that.
Both of her soft hands wrapped around my length, stroking in slow movements. She even leaned closer, her breath ghosting over the sensitive head as she studied it up close.
"It's… bigger than I imagined," she murmured, almost to herself.
"I don't know if it'll fit inside me…"
