He grinned over his shoulder when she started rubbing at him, his body shuddering with pleasure and his already-close cock pulsing between her fingers. Precum spilled from the tip to form a mess that she swiftly smeared over the rest of his prick, making the whole thing gooey, and easier on her palm. He let out a small moan before speaking: "Nnh... Yer a cold one, Jan. Shame... Yer good at what yeh do..." He let his head roll back, but the rest of his body was too rigidly planted in place to do anything other than tremble, and give in to the occasional unintentional spasm.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>