Anastasia looked at him and said, "Teach me."
Her gaze shifted back to his shaft.
It pulsed under her gaze.
She took her hands inside his pants and brushed his hair over there. The sight of his cock was enough to dull her already lost reasoning, setting her body on fire. She wanted to pull his pants down and see him in all his glory. But could she? Under the weeping willow tree, it was dark, but not oblivious to noise. Her eyes took in the length of his shaft lovingly.
"Straddle my thighs," he said and pulled her up on him. All his knowledge was limited to seeing the novels.
As soon as she straddled his thighs, he said, "Take it in your hands."
She wrapped her hands around him. It was rock hard and she felt her face flush.
"Lick the crown." His hips began to rock involuntarily, anticipating how her tongue would feel on him.