Milking my cock for the 7th time (Fleshlight Launch)

Milking cock with Fleshlight was honestly the theme of my whole afternoon, and by the time I hit that seventh round, I was already a trembling, blissed-out mess. I remember setting the Launch to its relentless rhythm, and just letting that machine take over completely, stripping away all my control until I was nothing but a quivering receiver of sensation. The constant, methodical stroking had me lost in a haze, each pass sending jolts through my thighs and making my toes curl against the sheets. It was so kinky to surrender like that, to focus on nothing but the escalating pressure pooling low in my belly, a desperate, aching warmth that built with every smooth slide of the sleeve. When the peak finally crested, I shuddered hard, gasping as the toy kept milking every last pulse, wringing me dry until I was boneless and panting.