“baby.. go slower, fuck,” he grunts while watching your fist go up and down his length. it felt so good, euphoric even, having you between his legs and pumping on his cock.
Johnny adores the way your wrap your fingers around his girth. how it circles his dick, brushing against every protruding vein with your thumb stimulating the tip, he could watch you work your hands all day even if it means getting overstimulated in the process.
“my hand ’s getting tired, peh..” you say, looking up at him with a pleading look and he swears that he could cum then and there. how many times did he cum at this point? judging from the blotches of white sticking deliciously on your knuckles, he could say that it’s quite a lot.
but could you blame him? you look so divine in front of him, looking like a goddess despite being the one with the knees planted on the floor. if beauty was measured by enchanting him with just mere twists of the palms then you were the pinnacle.
“i’m sorry—just one more? i’ll help you,” johnny chokingly assures you. swallowing a lump the formed in his throat, he places his own hand on top of yours, catching the feeling of his previous orgasms from the sticky cum inside the crevices of your fingers. “i’m already so close, angel.. one more then i’ll take care of you, ‘kay?”
