“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.