deft
AVpocalypse Survivor
- Joined
- Feb 18, 2002
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Splayed before her, totally at her mercy, I gaze into her haughty eyes. She knows what she's going to do... and, lamentably, so do I... but I want it. I can't help it.
Now, her fingertip, slick with my pre-cum, circles my frenulum, over and over, while her full breasts hang tantalisingly out of reach before me... the mere sight of them swaying and heaving makes me ooze another clear drop out and down my quivering shaft.
Reason has deserted me. Desire wells from deep within me. I'm so fucking close.
With cruel, teasing words, she intensifies the sensations her hands and tongue are giving me... she can instinctively feel the end approaching. Perhaps she sees the tension and anxiety in my balls as they tighten into my body, the spasms so close, my mouth watering...
The first surge catches me by surprise, spurting from my very soul, but somehow she knows, and as the hot sticky mess spurts from my engorged cock, she stops, her beautiful eyes laughing at me, releasing me from her grasp. The first spurt jets strong and high, and then the rest pulses lazily and sheepishly from my twitching cock, drizzling down the shaft to puddle shamefully at the base, eliciting deep wails of disappointment from me.
Her selfish laugh inflames me, even as she watches my torture.
And I know I can't wait until the next time.
Now, her fingertip, slick with my pre-cum, circles my frenulum, over and over, while her full breasts hang tantalisingly out of reach before me... the mere sight of them swaying and heaving makes me ooze another clear drop out and down my quivering shaft.
Reason has deserted me. Desire wells from deep within me. I'm so fucking close.
With cruel, teasing words, she intensifies the sensations her hands and tongue are giving me... she can instinctively feel the end approaching. Perhaps she sees the tension and anxiety in my balls as they tighten into my body, the spasms so close, my mouth watering...
The first surge catches me by surprise, spurting from my very soul, but somehow she knows, and as the hot sticky mess spurts from my engorged cock, she stops, her beautiful eyes laughing at me, releasing me from her grasp. The first spurt jets strong and high, and then the rest pulses lazily and sheepishly from my twitching cock, drizzling down the shaft to puddle shamefully at the base, eliciting deep wails of disappointment from me.
Her selfish laugh inflames me, even as she watches my torture.
And I know I can't wait until the next time.