fleshlight handjob: Must-Have Sensation for Ultimate Pleasure

So the fleshlight handjob thing started as a joke between us, honestly, because he’d been curious about those clear sleeves for months and I finally just ordered one, and one lazy Sunday afternoon we ended up on the couch with it still in the box, laughing while I figured out how it worked. I slipped into the pink lingerie he loves, the soft lace one, mostly because I know the way his breath catches when I walk in wearing it, and he was already half-hard before I even touched him. I knelt between his legs and warmed some lube in my palm, then slid him into the clear Turbo sleeve, and the way his thighs tensed told me everything I needed to know. I kept it slow, long strokes with a little twist at the top, watching through the plastic as he swelled and twitched, and he started whispering that he was close, so I backed off, teasing him right to the edge again and again until he was practically begging. When I finally let him go, he came with this low groan, spilling into the sleeve while I kept working him through it, and he just laughed, breathless, pulling me up to kiss him.