I was so wet. It came dribbling down my legs and it was all because of him.
My man sat naked on a chair, sweating, his hands tied up behind the backrest and his legs spread wide, giving me a good view of his gorgeous long and engorged cock which pointed so proudly to the ceiling.
The golden cock ring that I had stuffed around his shaft and balls made his cock even harder than it normally was with thick veins bulging underneath his skin.
"Oh, baby, please...please..." He begged.
"Shhhh, you're doing so great, honey," I whispered in his ear while I let my hand travel lower again, running through the shimmering pre-cum that drizzled down his shaft and was smeared in his little trimmed hairs. I wasn't the only one that was dripping.
After lubing up my hands, I grabbed his massive cock again and tugged at it a few times.
"Hmm..." He bit his lip at the sensitive touch.
He was being pleasedβor torturedβby my hands and mouth for over 45 minutes already and soon came the dirty wet sounds again, bouncing off the walls as I vigorously jerked off his sensitive cock which throbbed against the palm of my hand.
He was warm and wet, soft yet hard.
"Ahh... C-close!" He whined and arched his back against the chair, almost cumming. I let go before he could...
"Ahhh..." he breathlessly moaned.
It took him a few seconds to recover, to not go past that point of no return, but I didn't give him much recovery time, for I grabbed him again, massaging him, taking him higher. And every time that he reached the top of that mountain, ready to jump off? I stopped.
Because he couldn't cum. It is me that is in control here, not him.
I let his cock slither through my hands over and over again. Softly and gently, but going faster with each stroke.
"Ahh...Ahhh!"
He was there again. He threw his head back, ready to blow...but before he could, I pulled my hand away.
His leg muscles tightened as he pushed his hips to the front, in search of my touch, but my hand was already gone. God, he was so hot, being all desperate like this! I loved to be in control over my man.
I grabbed the seeping hard-on in my hand again and softly rolled my hand around the bulbous head, giving different sorts of pressure with my fingers, making him whimper and whine.