She was careful not to hurt me, rubbing the soft fabric along the shaft with light, hesitant strokes. But the mess was spreading even more, my thick cum had dried in places on my skin, and the water had made it sticky again, smearing white streaks across the cloth and back onto my cock instead of wiping it away cleanly.
She looked at it and pouted, her plump cheeks puffing out in innocent frustration. "It's gotten even more dirtier," she said, glancing up at me with wide eyes, like she was genuinely confused and a little disappointed that her efforts weren't working.
"Rub it with your bare hands first, Asha," I said gently. "It won't come off directly from the cloth." I wanted to see her stroke my dick, feel her small, soft fingers wrap around it without any barrier, watch her innocent hands work the filthy mess.
But before Asha could put her hand on my dick, suddenly Maya spoke up.
