They were both too old for games and yet, here they were. She was leading him around the park, literally, by reaching down his shorts and squeezing him manhood. Walking in front of him, guiding him.
He felt silly and she felt empowered.
It hurt, which, made it feel amazing.
It was dark, a few couples could be seen walking around, but they were alone. Walking around park benches, picnic shelters, tall pines. Trails cut through to the river, where no one could see them.
“Your balls feel so heavy, they feel like they’re being teased, it must be so painful for you.”
She would laugh, enjoying her control, her power, her time.
Crunch, another squeeze, feeling pre-cum drip onto her wrist. More laughter.
Dropping to her knees, she pulled down his shorts, teasing him with her lips. She would take the tip of him and play with it, treating it like a sensual chapstick, tasting that pre-cum. It was somewhat sweet. Despite thinking it was some shit all men said, he didn’t lie, it was kind of sweet.