As I stroke myself I can’t help but let my mind wander. I imagine the soft hands from a previous encounter tenderly caressing me, urging me on towards that ultimate satisfaction. Starting slowly, the hands find my manhood, touching me over my briefs, coaxing him to grow harder, straining against the restraint of the underwear. The hands reach in and tenderly pull him out to start stroking. As you tease me, gradually working him faster, pumping my throbbing piece, I am in bliss. If the hands weren’t magical enough, I am being guided into the most skilled mouth I have experienced. As a throb and pulse, I am in pure ecstasy, savouring every moment. You slow down allowing us both to make the most of every moment. As I approach release you back off, teasing me that I must beg you to cum. As I moan and plead, you bring me to the brink over and over, until you are satisfied I want it enough. Eventually you relent, stroking and sucking my cock with vigour until I explode a stream of cum into your mouth and onto your face. We both lay back, satisfied in our prize, yet both somehow yearning for more. Time to recover, before we go further…