My eyes drifted. I’d watch him playing with my penis, look over to see his being slightly wanked, then look up to the TV for a few seconds while another cock invaded the wet pussy or her greedy mouth. Most of my attention was on his dick by this point. I kept thinking about just reaching out and taking over. I imagined how I would do it, how I would hold it, what it would feel like in my hand.
The pleasure was still swelling up inside me. It was a slow process but I could sense it was growing by the minute. Every time he brushed my exposed helmet with his thumb or a finger the impending climax would swell a little more and the need to cum would rebound bigger than the last time. My need to feel his rod in my hand seemed to grow with it.
I reached out and in a second I’d taken over from his hand on his dick. It was an incredible moment. It happened so quickly it was like my hand decided to do it for me, ignoring my brain constantly going in a loop and contemplating it. The heat of his dick was the first thing I noticed, then the hardness of it, the feel of the tight muscle under the skin while I grasped him and felt a familiar yet different sensation.
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