Gripping tight, I stroke your tiny cock.

Small penis handjob [5 min]

Adults Only: Gripping Tight

Darling, you are looking excellent this night. I can not stay my fingers off you. Your tight denims are hugging your jacksie in the entire proper puts, and I can not assist however believe what is hiding underneath.

The Handjob

I slide my hand up your thigh, feeling the anticipation of your pores and skin via your denims. You gasp as my hands brush towards your hard-on. “You like that, do not you?” I ask, grinning. You nod, your eyes locked on mine, your respiring heavy.

I unbuckle your belt and sparsely slide your denims down your legs. Your putz is status at consideration, begging for consideration. I wrap my hand round it, giving it a gradual squeeze. “You’re so conferences boldly,” I tug, my eyes by no means leaving yours.

“Fuck, sure,” you moan, your hips thrusting ahead. I grip tighter, stroking you slowly, my thumb circling the top of your pole.

“You like that, do not you? You like me stroking your tiny penis?” I tease, smirking at your depth.

“Fuck, sure, darling. Don’t forestall,” you plead, your voice hoarse.

I pick out up the tempo, my strokes changing into quicker and tougher. You’re moaning and thrusting, your eyes rolling again in your head. I lean in, my breath excited towards your ear. “You’re going to jism for me, are not you?” I whisper.

“Fuck sure, darling. I’m gonna erupt,” you groan, your proportions tensing.

I stroke you tougher, quicker, till you might be arching your again, screaming out as you explode, your squirt masking my hand.

“Fuck, child. That used to be superb,” you pant, your breath nonetheless heavy.

I wipe my hand on your denims and clean down your pants. “Absolutely,” I grin, my eyes by no means leaving yours.

“You’re one thing else,” you murmur, stepping again and adjusting your self.

“Always,” I nod, smiling wickedly.

I slip my hand again into your denims, gently stroking you yet again sooner than zipping you up. “I’ll goodbye, child,” I say, winking.

“Can’t wait,” you murmur, your eyes nonetheless dazed.

I stroll away, leaving you with a grin on your face and a harder-than-ever boner.

That’s what I name a a hit handjob.