“Do you masturbate?” I asked him brazenly, moving my hands all over his shaft, marveling at the amount of his mighty rod that was still left untouched. I hadn’t even noticed that he added his own hands into the mix until I collided with them accidentally, but there was plenty of room for all four hands to spread his slippery pre all over his prong. I realized pretty quickly that I could add my own supply to the mix. I had never been so turned on in my entire life, and it felt amazing.
“Sometimes I have to,” he sighed as I focused my attention on his magnificent balls, each a veritable watermelon in a burlap sack. His musk was overpowering, sending my senses into an erotic frenzy. I attacked his man-melons enthusiastically, slobbering all over them as I let my innermost drives take over.
“Why?” I finally asked, realizing after a while that he had answered my question and that I wasn’t paying attention.
“Sometimes my balls feel swollen and heavy,” he explained, “and I have to get off to relieve the pressure buildup.”
“Do you feel that now?” I inquired, still tugging on his sweaty gonads. As I lightly batted them from side to side, I knew what the answer to that was. At this point, it wasn't just my imagination; I could swear I heard pints of cum sloshing around in those pendulous orbs.
“Keep doing that,” was all he said, closing his eyes and tilting his head to the ceiling. He was jerking himself in footlong, double-handed strokes, holding his dick upwards so that he could lick the sensitive head. Judging by his urgency and the frequency of his gasps and moans, I could tell he was about to blow.
I stood back up and joined him at his cockhead. We made out hungrily on one side of his cock, where I was standing, and then I started gently nibbling the apple-sized glans, coaxing more ooze to flow out. My hands were exploring his body, pinching his nipples, clawing at his back, and I was grinding my dick against his. We were both soaked in sweat and pre, but we were also both stuck in an animalistic frenzy that would only end with Matt’s release.
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Sorry to leave y'all hanging! Tomorrow you'll get to read Matt's release
“Sometimes I have to,” he sighed as I focused my attention on his magnificent balls, each a veritable watermelon in a burlap sack. His musk was overpowering, sending my senses into an erotic frenzy. I attacked his man-melons enthusiastically, slobbering all over them as I let my innermost drives take over.
“Why?” I finally asked, realizing after a while that he had answered my question and that I wasn’t paying attention.
“Sometimes my balls feel swollen and heavy,” he explained, “and I have to get off to relieve the pressure buildup.”
“Do you feel that now?” I inquired, still tugging on his sweaty gonads. As I lightly batted them from side to side, I knew what the answer to that was. At this point, it wasn't just my imagination; I could swear I heard pints of cum sloshing around in those pendulous orbs.
“Keep doing that,” was all he said, closing his eyes and tilting his head to the ceiling. He was jerking himself in footlong, double-handed strokes, holding his dick upwards so that he could lick the sensitive head. Judging by his urgency and the frequency of his gasps and moans, I could tell he was about to blow.
I stood back up and joined him at his cockhead. We made out hungrily on one side of his cock, where I was standing, and then I started gently nibbling the apple-sized glans, coaxing more ooze to flow out. My hands were exploring his body, pinching his nipples, clawing at his back, and I was grinding my dick against his. We were both soaked in sweat and pre, but we were also both stuck in an animalistic frenzy that would only end with Matt’s release.
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Sorry to leave y'all hanging! Tomorrow you'll get to read Matt's release