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“Now this is the part that drove me crazy: she would put her ring finger and thumb together to make a ring and lightly stroke from the top of the head down to the midway point while caressing my balls with the other hand.”
Rean’s hands were gripping his hair so tightly that it hurt. Sara had told him not to touch, and he knew to obey her commands, but her light touches were driving him mad. The stimulation shouldn’t have been enough to keep him this hard, but she was relentless. At some point, her mouth would come into play - at least he hoped it would - but he had to behave until then.
“You’re doing so well, my sweet boy,” she purred, sliding her curled hand down his shaft. His toes curled in response. She gave his balls a slight squeeze before moving her other hand back up his erection. At the tip, she gathered his precome on her thumb and twisted her hand to spread it around, adding more slickness to what he had already leaked during this teasing session. How long had it been, anyway? His balls felt so heavy, so ready.
Tears gathered in his eyes, and he shuddered when she tightened her fingers around him. She leaned closer and blew hot air on his skin, making his cock jerk in her hands. Her palms were roughened from years of hard work, but her fingers were so soft. He bucked his hips when she tickled the fine hair on his balls, and he whispered a strained, “Please,” as he felt those tears run from the corners of his eyes to his ears. This edge was razor-thin, and he couldn’t last much longer.