Aria Giovanni Pool

I held my bruised wrist up for tawni to see. I eased up close to her again, trying to enjoy the rest of the concert, while she tried to get loose. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I wasn't about to stop her. Towards the end of the set, though, I felt tawni fingers on my zipper. She rolled my nuts around in one hand and gently, slowly, awkwardly stroked my pole with the other. It'll hurt worse if you struggle. In seconds my fly was open and her hands were in my boxers, rubbing and fondling my cock and balls.