“Are you busy there, little sister?” said Kara, immersed in his new role. As the words escape his lips, Kara is surprised by his newfound confidence. He begins to get bolder as an urge to solidify his confidence grows.
“…Not particularly busy here, not at all…” Jeff murmurs hesitantly. Having to look up to someone just to remain eye contacts is such a new experience to Jeff; one that she has never had the need to before.
“Well then I think I will be needing a hand here.” Kara suddenly pulls down his pants. He reveals a bulge, one that is very familiar to Jeff. “Come on, don’t be shy now. You do it, or I’ll make you do it. Your choices, little sister.” Laugh Kara, humored by her newfound domination over Jeff.
Whether driven by curiosity, or simply conformed to Kara’s will, Jef approach the bulge. The familiar bulge seems so strange from Jeff’s perspective. It has never been so big and near her face before. Still, she reminds herself that she has wanked this thing countless time before, it would be any different this time. She was wrong.
The shaft sprung out of the boxer as if it has a life of itself, almost jumping out of Jeff’s gasp. The sensation is very alienating to Jeff. As it no longer feels like she is in control. Ahe is now the maiden serving a beast, rather than the one holding its reine. Her tiny hand feels so small compared to the shaft. Her soft skin overflowed he with strange sensation of a rugged, hot rod, with details that she has never noticed over thousands of tromes before. But more than all of that, she is tormented by a hollow feeling. Where as she is used to the instant surge of pleasure with each strokes before, now her strokes give her nothing but a sense of lacking, a sense of missing. She wants to feel something, anything.