You had me frothed up during our conversation, but I really teased myself last night. In fact, I teased my clit for over two hours, bringing myself to the brink when I let a little shiver take over, then I slipped my fingers away and teased my fingers over my stomach, up toward my breasts. I kept this up for fucking ages, all the while fantasing about rubbing you off.
You were sat in front of me on my sofa completely naked. This time your hands weren’t tied but you were showing me through moans, bodily moves, and your kissing style how hard you like me to rub you. I greased my hands up and teased my fingers over your semi-hard erection, and in seconds it was harder and ready for more. You placed your fingers over mine and we rubbed together.
I felt your urgency of pleasure build up deep inside. You like giving your intimate zone to me and letting me release your powerful orgasms. Between my fingers, you’re like steel. I didn’t know men could get this hard. You’re so hard that pre-cum floats out over the tip and mixes in with your oily penis, and I rub harder, your breaths building up but you can control them. You pull my head toward you and give me a hard, growing kiss, our tongues making love, its effect making me wetter than ever, my juices soaking the soft leather beneath. I break away to ask “Is this hard enough?” while rubbing you with such strength.
“Grip my shaft and rub me harder, build up the friction. Fucking love it,” you manage to whisper before taking my lips again and giving me a kiss to remember.
I continue to rub your hard fat head, and I feel your desire to climax evolving to the surface. Your kiss is hotter than ever and you release your ejaculation which floats out between my fingers, your body shakes out it’s frustration and you breath a sigh of relief.
