Mary slid her right hand over the fabric of Mark's pants, caressing with the tips of her fingers the bulge that was beginning to form.
Her movements were deliberately slow, going up and down with a soft but constant pressure.
Mark felt the heat concentrating there immediately, the blood pushing downward while his cock responded to the contact.
"Looks like someone is very happy to feel me again," she murmured next to his ear, her voice loaded with amusement. "Hello again, DarkLord69."
"Don't call my dick that, please…"
Mark closed his eyes for a second, noticing how the friction of the fabric against the sensitive skin made him harden faster than he expected.
Mary's hand didn't stop; it wrapped around the outline with her fingers, squeezing lightly and releasing, repeating the gesture until the erection was completely outlined under the clothes.
"Fuck, Mary…," he said, his voice deeper than usual. "Stop playing…"
