Just then Krystal's hand touched my throbbing member. Her touch was soft and gentle. She turned her finger over so the nail was downward and drug her nail the distance from my dense jungle of hair to near the head. Then she applied a bit more pressure as she traced the tip with her nail. My cock gave a mighty lunge as if reaching for more. A small drop of fluid formed at the single eye and appeared ready to fall. The drop never had a chance. Krystal turned her finger under the shaft and repeated the motion. This time when she reached the tip however the nail moved off...