"I love your hard cock, baby."
To emphasize her point she gave my erection a rough, hard squeeze. Elaine could be too rough sometimes but I lived with it. It hurt but it also felt good. A reply wasn't necessary. I didn't think she really wanted conversation at this point anyway with my finger sliding all around her clit. I was making her feel good and she was just telling me how good she felt in her own particular fashion.
"I used to go out with this guy in high school. He had a big one and I liked that it was big. But it never really got hard no matter what I did to it. You know I worked at it. You know I did. I sucked it. I rubbed it on my tits. I squeezed it and jiggled it, but it was always like this big sausage. Not limp, but not really hard either. It got drippy and sticky, but it never got stiff. Not like your cock, baby. Not at all. I love your fucking cock, you hard motherfucker."
Elaine closed her eyes and began to make fucking motions with her hips. My finger kept a slow and steady pace. Elaine was not someone to be rushed into anything. We had all day and from where I sat cross-legged by her on the bed I could look out and see what was going on in the park across the street or I could look in the mirror on her bureau to see the reflection of my finger sliding between the dark, hairy lips. I was in no hurry. Elaine was in no hurry. Elaine liked to talk to me sometimes because she knew it made me excited to hear how she felt. She wanted me to be excited because she was excited. She moaned and stretched herself like a cat. She smiled at me and stuck her tongue out.