"He dearly missed you." That devastating smile flashed across Ilya's face again. "He seems desperate to be set free… who am I to deny him?" In the next tick, he pulled his underwear out of the way and released himself from its safety.
Adele kept her gaze firmly trained on his face, not daring to peek down. Not even a single inch. But then… what was the use of her not daring to glance? So unwaveringly, she dragged her gaze south...
His friend was just like this morning: huge, fully erect, and standing proud. Adele was not sure, but something was glistening at its bulbous tip.
The dark red veins of the tightly erected thing made it look as though it wasn't part of a human body at all. Honestly, having no experience with male genitals, she felt it was kind of disgusting yet strangely intoxicating as well.
She turned to look up at him. Ilya let a hand trail down his stomach and wrapped it around his own thick shaft to give it a slow, firm stroke. What she saw made her gasp.
