Maya suddenly raised both hands and covered her eyes tightly, her voice coming out in a high, flustered exclamation.
"Aa…! What are you doing… You pervert…! Put that thing away…! Don't just stand there like that…!"
She pressed her palms firmly over her face, shoulders hunching as if the mere sight of my exposed cock was too much to bear. The picture of pure embarrassment. Yet the gaps between her fingers remained deliberately wide enough to see through. She was peeking — clearly, repeatedly, unable to stop herself.
I noticed immediately. A slow, shameless smile curved my lips. Instead of putting the grass skirt back on, I wrapped my right hand around the thick base of my cock and gave it a long, deliberate stroke all the way to the tip.
