I held my throbbing cock out to Elle.
Lily was still holding it, so she passed it over. Elle moved as if her mind had frozen—hesitant, uncertain.
She stared at the cock dripping with white liquid. God, I'm so embarrassed… What if I shrink? What if… But honestly, once it was already out, there was no more shame possible.
"Here you go," Lily said, pointing it straight at Elle's face.
Elle obediently took it with both hands. Her fingers pinched the shaft like she was grabbing something filthy. Well… what else can I do? That thick, cloudy stuff is what will make her young, after all.
But Lily had turned into a strict drill instructor. No mercy, no ambiguity.
"Elle, grip it properly."
From Lily's mechanical voice came a tiny, choked "H-haaah…?"
Lily stacked her own hand on top and forced Elle's fingers to squeeze hard.
"Ugh—?!"
