Olga clutched his cock in her hand and stroked it. She marveled that it took both hands, and her fingers didn't meet around it.

Jesse closed his eyes as Olga stroked his tool. He was drunk and the heat was oppressive. Her hands were rough from hard work but felt good sliding up and down his tool. His hips pumped slowly.

"You'd better stop! That feels too good!"

"Okay," Olga said reluctantly, letting go of his cock.

She licked her lips as precum oozed from his piss slit.

Jesse's precum covered her hands. She held them up and away from her body while looking around for something to wipe them...