Chapter 14

“Are you all right?” I asked, worried about my intimate invasion with his flesh, though I continued to toy with his balls.

“You have no idea. Whatever you’re doing down there feels great. Keep it up.”

I rubbed warm coconut oil against his ball sack. Accidentally, a stray fingertip caressed his bottom’s narrow and tight hole, and the man gasped again.

Embarrassed, I whispered, “Sorry,” and pulled my hand away.

“Don’t be, guy. It felt kind of hot, if you want to know the truth.”

Melinda, Melinda, Melinda.