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The lack of oil turned the whole thing into something sort of dull and shallow, just going through the motions to produce an outcome, pun intended.

However, he was there, whispering in my ear, reading my body language down to the tiniest hint, telling me what to do to make it last. So he eventually had me as usual: swallowing moans, panting and begging.

“Let me come!”

“Just a little more.”

“Oh, fuck!” I groaned under my breath. I had to let go of my cock, that throbbed and wagged against my lower belly. I kept teasing my hard nipples as I grabbed my nuts. I could feel the pricks and jerks trying to connect my chest and my groin.

“That’s fucking hot.”

Something in his voice made me frown in disgust.

“Are you touching yourself?”

He let out a soft scoff. “Sorry, did you expect me to?”

Now that I thought about it. “Wouldn’t be bad, not being the only one hard for a change.”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t hard.”

My hand jumped from my chest to my cock out of its own volition. I don’t know how I ma