Edging Handjob: Exclusive Must-Have for Effortless Pleasure

So this edging handjob thing started as a joke between us, honestly, because she kept teasing me about how I always rush everything, and she wanted to prove a point about patience. We were just lounging around on a lazy Sunday, nothing planned, and she got that mischievous look I know way too well, telling me to lie back and shut up for once. She started slow, barely touching me at first with just her fingertips, and every time I got close she’d pull away with this little laugh that drove me insane. Then she grabbed that magic wand vibrator, holding it just far enough away that I could feel the hum but not the real contact, and I swear the waiting was worse than anything. My whole body was tense, hips twitching, and she kept smiling down at me like she was having the best time of her life watching me squirm. I begged, actually begged, which she loved, and she’d ease me back to the edge again and again until my head was spinning and I couldn’t think straight. When she finally let me finish, it hit so hard my legs were shaking, and she just curled up next to me laughing, totally proud of herself, and honestly I couldn’t even be mad about it.