I HAVE TO CUM

It’s been a while since I stroked this thick, uncut cock—my foreskin soft and velvety, sliding back with every slow, deliberate pull, exposing the swollen, sensitive head that aches for attention. It’s been taking me a bit to get back into the swing of things, my daily jerk-off sessions feeling both familiar and raw, my body relearning what it’s like to chase that edge. There’s something strangely intimate about watching myself not get hard right away— anticipation and frustration mixed together. The ache between my legs is maddening and has me moaning under my breath as I stroke and tease myself. The weirdest part? I’m already teetering on the brink. There’s something so filthy and thrilling about turning on the camera at the last second—knowing you’re watching, seeing how fast I can go from soft to leaking, desperate for release. It’s like you’re right here with me, your hungry eyes locked on my cock, waiting to watch my body tense up and shoot this huge, pent-up load just for you. And even as I cum, I’m already aching to stroke again, my mind racing with the thought of you still watching, waiting for round two. I know you’ll be ready for me—just like I’m always ready for you.