The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

*Gwyn's POV*

“How many piercings do you have down here?” Andy said, beaming. I got that reaction a lot from lovers, my junk was pretty universally popular.

“Nine.” I smirked a little to myself, I couldn't help it. I was proud of those babies. “You, um, can touch them.” I laid back, a bit shy still but exhilarated. "The one in the center is a hood piercing, it’s over my clitoris. The rest are labia pierc-guh-“ Andy started massaging my clitoris vigorously. I could feel it swelling up against his skilled fingers like a ripe berry.

“These are awesome!” Andy said, enthralled. “So you didn’t really say, what gets you off, what do you like, hmm?” I, admittedly, was not paying very close attention, as the man was fucking excellent with his hands. “Gwyn?” He stopped and looked expectantly at me.

Desperately wanting more, I was filled with a rush of boldness. I sat up in a bit of a crouch, bringing my face close to Andy's, and look him in the eye as I wrapped my hand around his cock to squeeze and tug it. I started off tentatively. “I like pleasing my partner too, Andy.” I kissed him, I stroked his small nipples. “While I do enjoy some rougher things sometimes, like choking, biting, slapping, spanking or kinkier stuff, I also enjoy vanilla sex, ok? I know it’s silly, but I like getting compliments during sex, and I like being fingered. I guess my one tendency is that I tend towards submissive, though I don’t like being called names. Does that help?” I was blushing furiously and I couldn’t look at him. But as I said that, I felt his dick turn to fucking iron in my hand.

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