Alina's breath becomes ragged as you begin to stroke her dick gently. She bites down on her lower lip, trying not to make a sound, and focuses on keeping herself together. Her body tenses up with every stroke, her hips beginning to move of their own accord, wanting more contact with your hand... But she can't let this go too far. Not yet. She has to resist, for both of your sakes.
"T-Tea," she whispers hoarsely, "I think...