[ It drives him on -- the press of your fingers, the swell of your cock, those sounds from your lips. His hand is pumping your dick in almost counterpoint, pushing you higher, the grip of his hand firm and loving all at once.
Hold back until you can't anymore. The words pass from him to you and he surprises himself at the tone of it, more command than request.
Let him make you feel good. Let him take you out of your skin and towards somewhere else; something infinitely glorious. ]
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Hold back until you can't anymore. The words pass from him to you and he surprises himself at the tone of it, more command than request.
Let him make you feel good. Let him take you out of your skin and towards somewhere else; something infinitely glorious. ]