Post Cum Torture: Must-Have Guide to Best Handjob

So I finally worked up the nerve to tell you about that night last weekend when she introduced me to post cum torture, and honestly I’m still processing it. It started out like any other handjob, lazy and slow, her palm slick and warm, but she kept pausing right when I got close, edging me until I was practically begging. Then she pulled out this little chastity cage I didn’t even know she owned and locked me in for a while, teasing my cock through the bars, whispering filthy things that made my head spin. When she finally let me out, the handjob was relentless—fast, tight strokes that had me gasping. I came so hard I saw stars, but she didn’t stop. Not for a second. She kept jerking me through the overstimulation, that sharp, almost unbearable ache that flipped into something electric, and I couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry. I just lay there twitching while she worked me raw, and weirdly, I’ve never felt more owned or turned on in my life.