slow cock massage: Stunning Sensual Must-Have

I still think about that slow cock massage she gave me last Tuesday, the kind where she told me to just lie back and let her take over. Her hands were warm and slick with oil, and she started at the base, just holding me there for a second before working upward with this unhurried German-style grip that made my whole body twitch. She kept it going for what felt like forever, never rushing, just edging me right to the point where I thought I couldn’t take it, then pulling back with this little smirk. One finger would trace along the underside while her thumb circled the head, and every time I got close she’d slow down again, whispering for me to breathe. I remember gripping the sheets and watching her through half-closed eyes, that POV angle making it feel like I was right there in my own head. When she finally let me finish, it was this slow, dripping release that left me speechless, and she just laughed softly and kissed my forehead like it was nothing.