The art of the handjob

when I was utilizing my expertise in the massage shop - guys were so proud of their extended cocks.
and for good reason, my opinion they were beautiful, the way they'd spurt out the top :)
I remember I'd get a little mad when they'd have me stop - I'd be like - why, what's wrong.
they were extending the pleasure - guess you guys call it edging.
I'd actually say go ahead, shoot it, as sometimes I'd have to start all over. and my arm would get so tired.
 
I once had a handjob from a very enthusiastic young lady. Unfortunately she was more power than finesse, and rubbed me so hard her rings actually took some skin off. That was not fun.
Reminds me of; I always wanted a footjob from a woman in stockings. When my wife tried to indulge me, I had to stop her after a minute or so. I didn't realize how abrasive nylons could be. Maybe they were cheaper ones, but that was one fantasy knocked out cold.
 
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