It’s funny, but the second our lips touch- I kind of forget where I am. It’s like I’m floating in some alternate universe or something. Like, I know that I’m here on planet earth, getting my dick stroked by Asher Dalton as we make out- but I’m not really all there.
Somehow, as our lips continue to work together, colliding over and over again- our hands become even more engaged. I focus on what makes him moan louder. Does he like it when I squeeze him hard and yank fast? Or does he like it a bit slower and more sensual?
While I ponder that, he seems to knowexactlywhat it is that I like. Every single thing he does to me is like magic. I definitely could have come at least twice by now- but we’re still in this sort of unspoken challenge with each other to see who can make the other cum quicker.
All I know is that I have to win it.
“Mmmm,” he moans against my lips as I grab his balls with my free hand and begin massaging them.
I definitely have the upper hand now. He’ll be cumming any minute now.
And then he does the same, grabbing my balls fiercely, cupping them in his palm and giving them a nice squeeze.
“Holy shiit,” a moan escapes me.
“You like that?” He whispers, speeding up the hand on my cock while working his fingers through my balls, massaging them in a way no one ever has before.
I have no idea what the fuck is happening right now- but what I do know is that Idefinitelydon’t want it to stop.