Zhane took a moment to steady his breathing, his chest rising and falling in sync with Hera, who was quietly trying to calm her own nerves.
Slowly, he reached out, brushing a few strands of hair from her face, and placed a soft kiss on her forehead, followed by another at the corner of her eye, tender and reassuring.
"Hera, thank you," Zhane whispered, his voice low and sensual, laced with ragged breaths that only deepened its allure.
Hera stayed silent, unsure how to respond, and Zhane didn't press her for an answer. They lingered in that intimate stillness for a while, but eventually, Zhane gently released her hand.
He knew that if he let her keep holding his cock much longer, the desire for more would grow, and it might lead to more than just a simple hand service.
