Chris shivers the moment Mia's soft, smooth hands timidly wrap around his erection.
She starts moving them slowly, up and down, almost as if she's afraid of hurting him.
Chris throws his head back, his arms stretched across the top of the couch, as a wave of pleasure washes over him.
He sneaks a quick glance at Mia out of the corner of his eye.
I-It's just a handjob, but... it feels so damn good...
Mia keeps stroking his cock, her hands moving up and down without stopping. Her movements are stiff and almost mechanical, like she's following instructions instead of just going with the flow.
The intense look of concentration on her face feels so out of place — like she's taking an exam instead of giving him a handjob.
Chris can't help smiling.
A reaction that doesn't go unnoticed.
"Y-You think this is funny...?" Mia mutters. "I-It's already a big enough deal that I'm even doing this... k-keep making fun of me and I'm leaving!"
