I see you. Lying there on your back, your eyes already half-closed with the pleasure that’s still to come. Your hairy chest rises and falls in a rhythm that’s getting faster and faster. You look up at me, and I give you a slow smile. You know what’s about to happen. I promised you. My fingers, with their long, red nails, find the bottle of oil. You hear that quiet little click as I twist the cap off? That’s the prelude. I pour a generous amount of the warm, slick liquid into my palms, rubbing them together slowly. And then… my hands close around you. Around your cock. You let out a soft groan, your hips involuntarily pushing up to meet me. Yes, baby. You want this. I start slow. So, so slow. Every stroke is deliberate, every inch of your skin is worshipped. You feel how the smooth oil eliminates all friction, leaving only pure, gliding pleasure. My thumbs circle the head, teasing that sensitive tip. I watch your face—your lips parted, your eyes rolling back in ecstasy. Your breath is starting to catch. I speed up. 🔥 Now my hands are working fast, hard, with pure determination. I can hear you panting, I see the beads of sweat on your forehead. You’re right there, on the edge. I can feel you trembling under my touch, your whole body tensing up. "Not yet," I whisper, slowing down for just a second, just to see the desperation in your eyes. And then I’m back on you with full force. And then it happens. You BLAST. 💥 Your body arches off the bed, a choked cry tearing from your throat. I feel the hot, thick ropes of you spilling over my hands, onto your stomach. It’s a mess, a beautiful, sticky mess, proof of your surrender. You lie there, limp, gasping for air with your eyes closed. You think it’s over. You’re so cute when you’re naive. 😉 I don’t stop. My hands, still slick and now covered in your cum, continue the same, relentless rhythm. Your eyes fly open, wide with shock. This feeling is different. You’re so damn sensitive n