<strong>Dean "The Kid" Logan - Late Sunday Night - Brothel Room 1</strong><br/><br/>He was tempted to open his eyes each time her lips parted from his, to look at her, but he didn't want to risk anything. It was too good now, feeling right about himself. When her fingers began to slide over his cock he groaned, hips thrusting upward. Normally when he jerked himself off, he did it dry. He never even really did so much as spit in his hand to moisten it. So her palm and fingers slipping around his member so smoothly as she stroked him, her thumb sliding across the sensitive tip, it was like a new sensation.<br/><br/>A brief flash back to the previous night, the feeling of Orchid's lips on his cock, the sudden burst of cum into her mouth, and he began to breath deeper and faster. Crap. Was that going to happen again? His fingers squeezed tightly onto Pearl's thigh as his lips lifted to meet her hand, her fingers on his scrotum adding further sensation to his brain. Shit, shit,<em>shit!</em><br/><br/>"Stop!" he burst out. He finally opened his eyes, looking at her. He was starting to calm once again, but most of all, the look on her face...her posture...there was some body language there, something just screaming that she was having a good time. He couldn't stop this already.<br/><br/>His eyes slowly rolled across her body, pausing on her shapely bust. He had an idea, something he had wanted to try for some time.<br/><br/>He sat up and began to stand up on the bed, the soft mattress making it a bit awkward. He took her hands, placing them to the sides of her own breasts as he slid his cock between them, looking down into her eyes for...some sort of sign, indication that he was either doing something good or something stupid.