Speed Handjob: Must-Have Guide for Effortless Best Pleasure

So there’s this thing I’ve been meaning to tell you about, this speed handjob this girl gave me that honestly rewired my brain a little. We’d been texting for weeks and finally met up at her place, and the second we started making out on her couch I could feel how eager she was, her hand already sliding down the front of my jeans. She had these big, soft tits pressing against my chest, and she kept biting her lip while she worked my cock free, and then she just went for it, no warm-up, no teasing, just this fast, relentless rhythm with her fist that had me gripping the couch cushions. It wasn’t frantic, though, more like she knew exactly how fast she could push me without tipping me over the edge, her palm twisting a little on every upstroke while she watched my face the whole time with this smug little smile. I remember thinking I should say something, warn her I was close, but I couldn’t get a full sentence out, just this pathetic groan, and she laughed and sped up even more. When I finally came it hit me so hard my legs actually shook, and she just wiped her hand on my shirt and asked if I wanted to stay for dinner like nothing had happened. I swear I floated home.