Merlin. Neville had heard about random blokes who got this done to him, but he had never actually let himself think about it for too long, just in case he would never get to experience it for himself. His own hand became boring after the first time he'd try it however many years ago, but this certainly wasn't boring, and Linda's hand wasn't anything like his own. It was smaller, softer, and ultimately perfect.
Closing his eyes sounded nice, closing his eyes and just letting his body relax and do whatever the body did during times like this, but he couldn't pull his eyes away from her. He had to be looking at her somewhere, anywhere. It made his heart race even faster, but it nearly stopped when she mentioned removing his trousers. "Okay," he nearly gasped, trying not to choke on his own voice. "T-that feels quite nice, you know."
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