Massage Handjob: Must-Have Guide to Effortless Pleasure

So I finally tried that massage handjob thing last weekend, and honestly, it was nothing like I expected. My partner had been hinting for weeks, and after a long bath she had me lie face down while she worked warm oil into my shoulders, slow and deliberate, palms sliding down my spine until every knot just melted. I remember thinking this was just going to be a nice back rub, but then her hands drifted lower, fingertips tracing the dip of my lower back before she turned me over. The oil was still warm on her skin, and when she wrapped her fingers around me, the slickness made everything glide, no rush, just this steady, teasing rhythm that had me gripping the sheets. She leaned in close, her breath on my neck, whispering little things that made me twitch, and at some point her mouth joined her hand, alternating between soft licks and that firm, twisting stroke that sent sparks up my spine. I lost track of time, honestly. My thoughts went blank except for the wet heat and the way her wrist flicked just right. When I finally came, it rolled through me in long, shuddering waves, leaving me breathless and grinning at the ceiling. We just lay there after, sticky and laughing, and I remember thinking I’d never looked at a bottle of massage oil the same way again.