Then a hand cupped and squeezed my testicles hanging beneath my still rock hard penis. I felt soft fingers rimming my anus, gently probing the opening. Wider?.My face turned red knowing that my anus and dangling testicles were right at their eye level only inches away as they sat on the sofa. ? I felt totally vulnerable as I positioned myself on the table. I keep going, pushing your climax to last as long as I can, long gentle.
Your head throws back and your blond hair spills behind you, legs quivering as you push over the edge. I stop with my own ministrations and my fingers brush between your pussy lips, so wet that two fingers push in tightly but without struggle. I can tell you are getting close as your thighs quiver, still stroking myself as your assault on your dripping snatch grows frantic. I show you my lust plainly as you bring yourself to the edge. Your speed increases yet again as I straighten and pump my hard on for you. You hold eye contact as I draw back, lightly slapping your pussy lips with the head, eliciting another moan. Don't you dare look away.' Your gaze is burning more than ever and I feel your hand accelerate its tempo on your clit as close as I am now, my body leaning over you as I stroke my cock, the head brushing your thigh. 'You will look at me while you play with that pussy.
