tortoise
roosevelt dime
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- Feb 20, 2002
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I'm sitting in my office chair. Zipper down, rigid cock jutting proudly through the fly. Not touching it. Just flexing, rhythmically. After the initial maneuvering through the opening, I'm not allowing myself to touch it at all, not until a bead of pre-cum drips down the shaft. Flexing, bobbing, surging, fantasizing...
She's kneeling right there. Between my legs. Her eyes on my cock. Riveted, inches away, so close that I can feel her breath. She knows the rules, though. No touching, no tasting. Not until the pre-cum flows. So she kneels. Watches. Waits. Licks her lips. Aching to suck. So close she can feel the heat of my cock, rhythmically bobbing in her face. Her eyes dart to mine, pleading. I shake my head. Not yet. Follow the rules. Just watch. Just wait. I can feel the heat of her gaze, the heat of her craving for cock. Such a hungry little cockslut. Each and every rhythmic flex stimulates my cock. Makes it surge. Harder. Tighter. Veins pulsing. She doesn't even blink. Can't look away. Can't. Flex. Flex. Flex. A low moan escapes her lips. She makes involuntary sucking motions in the air, not even realizing she's doing it. So beautiful, her hunger, her cocklust. Flex. Flex. Flex.
Finally a shining bead of pre-cum forms. She gasps, moves in. I growl a warning. Shake my head. Follow the rules. It has to drip down the shaft. Flex. Flex. Flex. The single clear bead of fluid grows, builds. Her eyes never leave it. Please, they cry. Please. So close. Her mouth opens, panting, waiting, starving for cock. Flex. Flex. Flex. She's shakng with need now, trembling, about to lose control, whatever the consequences. Her commitment to the game, is wavering, close to shattering.
Just as her will reaches the shattering point, it happens. The surface tension of the pristine bead of pre-cum breaks, and slides, slowly, down my shaft.
With a soft animal growl, she pounces, wetly devouring her long-awaited reward.
Yeah...
She's kneeling right there. Between my legs. Her eyes on my cock. Riveted, inches away, so close that I can feel her breath. She knows the rules, though. No touching, no tasting. Not until the pre-cum flows. So she kneels. Watches. Waits. Licks her lips. Aching to suck. So close she can feel the heat of my cock, rhythmically bobbing in her face. Her eyes dart to mine, pleading. I shake my head. Not yet. Follow the rules. Just watch. Just wait. I can feel the heat of her gaze, the heat of her craving for cock. Such a hungry little cockslut. Each and every rhythmic flex stimulates my cock. Makes it surge. Harder. Tighter. Veins pulsing. She doesn't even blink. Can't look away. Can't. Flex. Flex. Flex. A low moan escapes her lips. She makes involuntary sucking motions in the air, not even realizing she's doing it. So beautiful, her hunger, her cocklust. Flex. Flex. Flex.
Finally a shining bead of pre-cum forms. She gasps, moves in. I growl a warning. Shake my head. Follow the rules. It has to drip down the shaft. Flex. Flex. Flex. The single clear bead of fluid grows, builds. Her eyes never leave it. Please, they cry. Please. So close. Her mouth opens, panting, waiting, starving for cock. Flex. Flex. Flex. She's shakng with need now, trembling, about to lose control, whatever the consequences. Her commitment to the game, is wavering, close to shattering.
Just as her will reaches the shattering point, it happens. The surface tension of the pristine bead of pre-cum breaks, and slides, slowly, down my shaft.
With a soft animal growl, she pounces, wetly devouring her long-awaited reward.
Yeah...
