French Nails Handjob: Must-Have Best POV Experience

So this french nails handjob thing happened last week and I still can’t stop thinking about it. My girlfriend had just gotten her nails done—those long, squared-off tips painted that creamy white, and I swear she knew exactly what she was doing when she crawled onto the bed beside me. She started slow, just tracing her fingertips along my thigh, and every little scratch sent this electric shiver straight up my spine. Then she wrapped those nails around me, not gripping hard, just enough that I could feel every edge and curve of them. She kept her face close the whole time, watching me watch her, and the point-of-view of it—her hand moving, her breath warm on my neck—made everything feel ten times more intense. I remember thinking I should say something, but all I could do was breathe and let her work. She’d pause sometimes, drag just the tips of her nails down the underside, and I’d twitch so hard she’d laugh softly. It built so slowly I almost couldn’t take it, and when I finally came, she didn’t stop, just slowed down and kept those nails on me until I was completely spent. We didn’t even talk after—just laid there, her hand still resting on my chest, those french tips catching the dim light.