Amy wrapped one hand around the base of Ron's dick. Every since last weekend, when she had first grasped his penis, Amy had found she always grew excited at the sight of her tiny hand holding his thick shaft. Ron was nervously glancing over his shoulder, not wanting to be discovered. Even though he knew no one could see Amy without walking almost inside their cubicle.

He inadvertently let out a gasp as he felt Amy's lips begin to plant soft, moist kisses all over his dick. He looked back to her, watching as she had her eyes closed, grasping his cock with both hands, as she deliberately licked and...