[He is curious. What would she ask of him? What is it that she longs to get from him?
It is sinful how skilled she is with her hands. Though she has never had him in her bed, she reads him like a book. No matter how he tries to hide his responses to throw her off, she plays him like a fiddle.
Again... and again... he gets close. Close enough to leak from the tip. Close enough to feel his balls clench desperately, feel his cock tense-- but he's denied.
Oh how he's denied. And every time he wants it more. Until he's imagining how she'd look with his come splayed across her skin and face. Enough that he forgets, temporarily, just what it was he was trying to hard to hold out for.]
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[He is curious. What would she ask of him? What is it that she longs to get from him?
It is sinful how skilled she is with her hands. Though she has never had him in her bed, she reads him like a book. No matter how he tries to hide his responses to throw her off, she plays him like a fiddle.
Again... and again... he gets close. Close enough to leak from the tip. Close enough to feel his balls clench desperately, feel his cock tense-- but he's denied.
Oh how he's denied. And every time he wants it more. Until he's imagining how she'd look with his come splayed across her skin and face. Enough that he forgets, temporarily, just what it was he was trying to hard to hold out for.]
What... what do you want?