Her hands didn't have much range of motion from inside his pockets, but they did have enough to reach his hard, aching shaft. She reached inward and her fabric-covered fingertips grazed the side of his iron shaft. He groaned and pulled back from her, unsure how to proceed. She stared into his eyes, bit her lip, and slowly dragged her fingertips up either side of his engorged shaft.

Dave's mind swirled. He was as wasted as he'd been in months, maybe years, and he felt his arms and legs start to go numb as seemingly every bit of blood in his body rushed to his crotch. His vision started to...