He shudders like he might come from that alone. Sasha laughs and steps closer, standing behind him now, her hands on his shoulders.

"Do what she says."

He unzips. The fabric slides down. His cock springs free. It's big. Thick. I bite my lip. His head is well defined and I can see the veins stand out on his shaft. We're only a few feet from each other on the couch, and I can see everything.

"Slower," I say. "Grip it tight. Stroke from the base."

He follows my words perfectly. His hand moves over himself with aching precision.

Sasha looks down at me, amused. "You've done this before."

I...