The delicate hand that touched the sturdy erection in an instant, Jamie couldn't help but let out a low groan, with veins on his forehead appearing, he raised his head to endure it.
Sara frowned in her sleep and muttered, "It's hot."
She hated the heat the most, so she quickly lost interest in what she hadn't touched yesterday. Her hand withdrew slightly, ready to continue exploring the cooler surface of his abs and chest muscles.
But the half-shrunk hand was stopped by a powerful force, not only was it unable to throw away the hot meat column, but it was held tightly, Sara frowned even deeper, angry and complained, "I don't want to touch this anymore, it's not fun to touch!"
Really? The man's voice was very low: "But it likes you very much."
In Sara's dream, it was Jamie with his eyes half lowered, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, his expression was a sadness of being rejected, like a big dog being abandoned by its owner, his handsome features had a few more broken feelings and pitifulness.
Sara had always had a soft spot for people who looked genuinely pitiful. Faced with a handsome guy looking so down, she couldn't bring herself to be harsh. She figured, since it was just a dream and not real, she might as well consider it her good deed for the day.
She coaxed softly: "Okay, I'll touch it, don't cry."
Cry?
Jamie raised his eyebrows slightly, his tongue touched his cheek, and pulled his hand away, smiling very lightly: ""Alright, go ahead"
Sara had only read a few adult books and had a vague understanding of sex, but she thought that touching a penis would be similar to petting a cat or a dog.
In her dream, she couldn't see Jamie's genitals clearly, but she knew that she couldn't hold it in one hand. She experimentally stroked it up and down, and heard the man's suppressed low groans.
Is it right?
The low groans were really sexy and pleasant to hear. She licked her lips and became aroused. To hear more, she held the erect shaft and moved her hand up and down.
Jamie's breathing became more and more labored, and his low, magnetic voice with a hint of sexual desire was irresistibly seductive. Sara felt a tingling sensation in her lower abdomen and up to her vagina.
A cool liquid flowed out, and she uncomfortably squeezed her legs together. A strange sense of pleasure spread from her clitoris to her body, and she unconsciously moaned. Her hand stopped moving.
Jamie naturally heard her groan and his eyes darkened. He spoke in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong?"
Sara was very troubled and pushed her head against his body, "My underwear must be wet again."
The meat stick became harder again, and Jamie calmed down his rapid heartbeat and breathing. After a few breaths, his voice was exceptionally gentle, as if to coax, "Can I... touch it?"
Sara didn't react immediately and asked confusedly, "Touch where?"
Here. Jamie placed his hand on her thigh, even though it was through the pants, it felt as if he had already touched a handful of moisture. His voice was hoarse: "I also want to touch you. Can I?"
"Ah..." Sara blinked her eyes in her dream, wanting to refuse, but then thought it was just a dream, why reject it?
She nodded, her voice was a little shy and soft: "Yes."
Jamie did not immediately act, Sara's hand was still holding his penis, the palm temperature was not much lower than the temperature of his penis, and the hand was so hot, the body temperature could not be too low.
He knew that his own body temperature was lower, so he softly coaxed her: "Can you hold my hand? I don't know where..."
This was really a ridiculous excuse, after all, his hand was just touching her thigh through the pants. But Sara believed this false excuse. She first wanted to withdraw her hand that was holding the other person's penis, but Jamie's hand outside caught her and said softly, "Use the other hand."
