Ruined Handjob: Stunning Must-Have Post Orgasm Torture

So there was this one time with a ruined handjob that still messes with my head when I think about it, and I have to tell you because it was equal parts maddening and weirdly intimate. She had me lying back, totally at her mercy, and she started so slow it was almost cruel, just her fingertips tracing me, bringing me right to the edge and then pulling away completely, letting me twitch in the cool air while she watched my face with this little smile. Every time I thought I couldn’t take another stop, she’d start again, her grip soft and deliberate, and my whole body would tense up chasing something that kept slipping away. When I finally did finish, she didn’t stop or let go, she just kept stroking me with this light, unhurried touch, and I swear the oversensitivity hit like electricity under my skin, my hips jerking and a laugh escaping me that I couldn’t control. She kept going through every shudder, murmuring something soft and low, and I was caught between wanting to beg her to stop and not wanting the moment to end. It ruined me in the best way, honestly, and we just lay there afterward in this buzzy silence while my heart slowly came back down.