Chapter 2651 Handjob On The Road:>Ep3
- And she was well prepared to provide that new experience! As I was soon to learn, she had a never-ending supply of moves with which to dazzle my eager organ. She formed an O with her right thumb and fore-finger, and placed it around my cock. But it was a loose O, and barely touched my throbbing shaft. She slowly jacked it up and down, back and forth, with only the faintest hint of contact with the sensitive skin of my tool. But she slowly, deliberately, gradually tightened the O, until the contact was intensely, delicately, enticingly pleasurable. Then she continued up and down, up and down, with slow, deliberate strokes, from down at the base, rooting in my pubic hair, to up, just below my flaring rim. And then back down again. At no point, during the first seven or eight strokes, did she touch the head of my cock. Just the delicate, sensitive shaft. I squirmed in delicious agony, my buttocks lifting off the sheets. Finally, when my cock's attention span was on the verge of beginning to wander, she extended her stroke by mere inches to include my cock-head, popping up over the tender rim, and popping back down under the rim to again stroke my aching shaft. She was such an expert!
- All this while, my eyes were riveted on her beautiful hands, her flashing red nails, and my glowing purple cock, engorged with my pumping blood. I had even grabbed a pillow to prop up my head, so that I could more easily watch the action. As much as I enjoy the physical sensations of sex, I also crave the visuals, when I can get them. My eyes, though riveted on the action in my groin, also darted frequently to her beautiful face. She was watching, enjoying the action herself. Her eyes were fixed on my cock, and the slightest tip of her tongue was sticking out of the corner of her mouth, such was her intense concentration on the action at hand.
- As she continued her O-ring stroke up my shaft and across my rim, her left hand was flat on my abdomen, holding the base of my cock. Her gigantic wedding diamond continued to flash in the light of the desk lamp. But she knew that even this stroke, erotic and carnal as it was, would soon suffer from the short attention span syndrome. No problem; she had the next phase all planned out. Her left hand soon left my abdomen, and wrapped itself around my swollen nut-sack. I almost leapt out of my skin! At first, it was just the sharp points of her nails that gently scrapped the delicate skin of my scrotum, and that was erotic enough. But soon the soft pads of her fingertips also caressed my wrinkly sack. Then the softness of her palm joined in, and she was soon rolling my nuts back and forth in her gentle grip, all the while still softly stroking my shaft, and my swollen purple knob, with her right hand.