Oily Handjob: Stunning Girlfriend’s Best Cumshot Finish

So the oily handjob she gave me last night completely wrecked me in the best way. We were just messing around on the couch, clothes half off, and she grabbed the coconut oil from the coffee table—she keeps it there now, which tells you everything. She poured a little into her palm, warmed it up, then wrapped her hand around me so slow I had to bite my lip. It was slippery and warm, her grip sliding from base to tip while she watched my face with this little smirk, like she knew exactly how close I was. I remember the sound it made, wet and steady, and how her tits pressed against my thigh while she worked me. She whispered something dirty about wanting to see me lose it, and that was pretty much it for me. I finished hard, all over her chest, and she just laughed softly, wiped a streak off her collarbone with her thumb, and kissed me. We stayed tangled up like that for a while, both of us sticky and breathing heavy, and honestly I couldn’t stop thinking about it this morning.