Without wasting any more time, Henry took off his shirt and pulled down his shorts... then he threw it away to who knows where, and everything was taken off in just a few seconds. When everything was finally out of the way, Amy moved ever so slowly closer to him as she stared at his raging manhood.
It was already so hard and huge that Amy felt her mouth water like a hungry wild dog, yep she is now hungry, hungry for him. She wanted to touch it, trace its veins, and rub it so fast until it explode to her face.
Henry was keenly observing Amy and saw where her eyes are so focused on. He smirked and wrapped his hand around his hard-on and stroked it very steadily up and down. He saw Amy bite her lower lip without breaking her gaze.
He straightened up a bit and heard Amy whine, "Don't you dare move!" So as the obedient husband that he is, he leaned back on the table and waited for her next move.
