Ch 69. Sixty-nine

Ethel’s weight delightfully presses against my erection, which painfully grows by the second.

“Something here pokes at my butt cheek.” With a sly grin, she slithers a hand inside my pants. “I have to see what’s bothering me.”

The witch’s innocent excuse earns a chuckle from me, followed by a groan of pleasure as her finger traces the outline of my hardness.

Her fingers stroke up and down my shaft, causing my hips to buck involuntarily, almost forcing my cock from her grip. Her fingertips slide over the tip, rubbing sensuously against it.

Ethel moans. "Oh my, this is much bigger than I expected."

My cock twitches from the excitement of hearing those words. But I won't allow myself to lose control; not yet.

With a smirk, I reply, "It's not fully up yet. I thought you'd seen my cock before with your bird."

“He watched you and your friend from a distance. I couldn’t make out much about your length.”

I pull my head back to look at her, my lust overwhelming my common sense. “Do I measu
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