Rey watches the long stretch of his body with keen interest, lips parting at the flex of all that muscle She lets out a huff of amusement at the comment and gives his hip a little pinch as he reaches for her. His hands settle on her narrow waist and she hums, smiling softly as he nods.

Leaning forward, she places her hands on his chest and drags them downward, over his nipples and down his stomach, tracing the thin line of coarse hair below his navel. Sitting back up, she considers his cock for a moment before reaching down to gently curl her fingers around it.

Feeling it start to stiffen in her grip makes her feel powerful, and she feels an answering clench between her legs as she gives him a clumsy stroke. He gets harder, and bigger and bigger, and Rey’s eyes go dark as she uses her other hand to rest her thumb against the pink head of it once it peeks out of the foreskin. Curiously, gently, she slides his foreskin down and circles the head with her thumb, completely entranced as a bead of pearly fluid forms at the slit. She gathers it on her thumb and brings it to her mouth, watching his face as her tongue sneaks out to taste it. Bitter, earthy, Ben.