Nathalia's oil-drenched hands enveloped his pulsing erection. Unscaled, her hands were delicate and soft. Trimmed fingernails and slender fingers gently caressed his cock. Soon, the golden candlelight reflected on his manhood, covered in the mixture of oil and precum.
One of her hands slipped down a little further. She rolled his balls in her palm, cupped and massaged with all the proper care. All the while, the other hand kept pumping up and down his shaft. Slowly, to spread the oil evenly.
John put his elbows up, so he could raise his torso and get a better view of what she was doing to him. He did not dream of intervening. Every pump was another groan coaxed from his lungs. The dragoness smiled at his reactions.
