Max gasped as he now laid on his back looking up meeting he eyes, her claw running down his hairy chest to his abdomen, as she continued to tease, torment him.
His cock was now erect, reaching for the sky, his breathing heavy, labouring with sexual anticipation and apprehension.
Max just laid there on his back meeting her eyes, enjoying the weird sensations. Slowly his hand reached out for his cock, and started to stroke his foreskin slowly and deliberately.
Max shuddered lightly as she caressed his balls with the claw. gasping as he did so.
His breathing was slo, laboured, as his hand stroked his cock, easing out some precum; whilst his other hand reached to caress Natasha's knee, the only part that he could really touch with comfort.