ERUPTION

I needed a release—not some rushed, desperate shoot-and-go, but a slow, intense build. @the614edger took his time, working his expert hands over my throbbing cock, his grip firm and purposeful. I lay there blindfolded, every other sense sharpened as I squirmed under his touch. His fingers trailed along my thick shaft, squeezing and stroking with maddening slowness, giving extra attention to my full girth, and aching head. Each stroke was electrifying, my hips bucking up involuntarily, my balls tight, aching, and heavy with need. Every time I teetered on the edge, desperate for release, he would slow down, letting my frustration build until my whole body trembled. I was helpless and aching, whimpering for more, for relief, for anything. When he finally let go—stroking me faster, rougher—I exploded like a volcano, my load erupting, hot and thick. My body shuddered, every nerve ending buzzing, pleasure washing through me in pulsing waves. Lying there, breathless and spent, I realized just how much sweeter it all was when you take your time. What an incredible rush.