[SerflySGR]

Originally Posted by SerflySGR

"Dirty la!" she hissed.

I smiled at her and deliberately took another long whiff. "Such womanly smell," I said, "only a sweet, young mother can produce such a nice fragrance."

Maggi giggled and blushed.

"Everything also let you see already. Not fair one," she pouted, "I also want to see yours."

Maggi came forward and ran her fingers down his chest.

"Why so hairy one?" she asked.

I beamed with pride as some of my friends tell me a hairy chest (like that of Sean Connery) is a sign of sexuality.

Her finger continued to trace downwards, past my stomach to my waist. I held my breath. I have to admit years have caught up with me and my tummy was not as flat as it used to be.

She found the zip and pulled it downwards. I inhaled, anticipating what's to come. Maggi slipped her hand in my bermudas and found my cock responding eagerly to her touch.

"It's getting bigger." She said.

"That's because you are giving it much attention, baby." I said. Was that a correct term to use? Calling her 'baby' already?

Maggi got behind me and pressed herself fully against my back; all this while she was teasing my cock with her small hands; little tugs and light touches along the length of my cock and over the now-swelling head. Once in a while she bit my neck or blew her hot breath on my skin, teasing my further.

Unable to handle the suspense any more, I undid my bermudas and pulled it off, along with my underwear.

"Why so impatient?" She asked.

"The way you sayang my cock, which man can tahan?" I asked her.

I was sure the comparison with her husband would come up sooner or later but some bro gave me good advice to give positive compliments instead of making negative comparisons so I added on the praises to her.

"You hands are so good. Don't stop Maggi," I praised, "It's making me so hard, baby."

Slowly she moved in front of me.I could see her eyes sparkle with desire. She knelt down but I stopped her.

"No, wait!" I said.

She looked at me, puzzled.

"I wasn't expecting you. It's dirty. I never cleaned it. Wait, let me wash it up for you." I said all of it so fast I wasn't even sure if she understood what I said or if I made any sense to her.

She blushed probably remembering that she did complain to me about her husband's genital hygiene not being the best.

Not waiting for her to react, I rushed into the toilet to give my little brother a good wash hating myself for being an 'anti-climax' the moment I left her alone in the hall. What if she changed her mind? Why do I always have to do stupid things like this?