Olia slipped into Anton's bedroom, her heart pounding in her chest. She had always been direct and in control, but this was a problem she had never encountered before. "Antosh," she called out, her voice barely above a whisper.
Anton turned to her, his brow furrowed in concern. "What's the matter?"
Olia hesitated, her eyes darting around the room as she searched for the right words. "I have a delicate problem," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. "It might be easier to show you, just promise me you won't laugh."
Anton gave his word, his curiosity piqued. Olia slowly pulled down her skirt and underwear, revealing a 20 cm erect penis.
Anton's eyes widened in shock. "I woke up with it like this today," Olia explained, her voice barely above a whisper.
Anton was still in shock, but he quickly regained his composure. "Can you... touch it?" Olia asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Anton hesitated for a moment, but then he reached out and gently began to stroke the penis. He was surprised at how real it felt. "Wow, it's real!" he exclaimed.
Olia moaned in pleasure. "Is it pleasant for you?" she asked, her eyes closed as she savored the sensation.
Anton continued to stroke the penis, his hands moving in a steady rhythm. "Yes, very," he replied, his own pleasure growing as he watched Olia's reactions.
Olia encouraged him to continue. "Keep going," she said, her voice husky with desire.
Anton added a second hand and increased the tempo. Olia was lost in pleasure, her moans growing louder as she reached the brink of climax.
But then, suddenly, Anton stopped. "Olya, why did you stop?" Olia asked, her disappointment clear in her voice.
"I thought you were done," Olia replied, her own disappointment evident. "I had to take matters into my own hands."
Anton kneeled in front of her and began to lick the head of the penis, teasing it with his tongue. Olia was enjoying it, her moans growing louder as she savored the sensation.
Anton took it deeper and began to suck, being careful not to bite the head. Olia was lost in pleasure and soon reached climax, her body shaking as she cried out in ecstasy.
Anton, with a full mouth, simply said "Mhm, just let me know next time."
Olia smiled, her eyes shining with gratitude. "I will," she promised. "Thank you, Antosh."
Anton smiled back, his own pleasure clear in his eyes. "Anytime, Olya."
And with that, the two of them continued to explore and discover each other, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment.
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