Ruined Handjob: Must-Have Guide to Effortless Tease & Denial

So the ruined handjob thing started as a joke between us, honestly, because she’d read somewhere that stopping right at the edge could feel more intense than letting it finish. She was sitting between my legs on the couch, blonde hair falling loose, and she had this look like she was conducting a little experiment on me. At first it was just a regular handjob, her grip loose and slow, then faster, and I could feel that familiar pull building low in my stomach. Every time I got close, she’d slow down or pull her hand away completely, leaving me twitching and breathless. I remember whining her name and her just laughing softly, telling me to be patient. When she finally let me get right to the brink, she stopped cold, her palm still resting there, and I came in this weak, sputtering way that felt like a sneeze that never quite happens. I just lay there, half-grateful and half-frustrated, while she kissed my forehead and said we could try again later.