She was wearing a white shirt and a pencil skirt, the flesh-colored stockings looked quiet and obedient inside the black high heels.
The footjob didn't start impatiently. Later she started playing with the meatus using tools, slow movements, but precise enough that one couldn't escape. I was like a sealed puppet, unable to move.
After release, those white turbid fluids gradually turned into fine foam under continuous friction, she didn't stop. Instead, she focused more on torturing that vulnerable spot that had just experienced orgasm, as if determined to force out the remaining stock in my body.
I knew she wanted to see me lose control to the point of incontinence. But what came before incontinence was my surrender.
At that time, I thought: I can't take it anymore, I want to calm down quickly.
Now after calming down, I regret it—if I hadn't surrendered then, would this pleasure be even more unforgettable?
Hmm... I think next time I should find someone to tie me up, not let me surrender, continue the glans torture after cumming. I've started planning...
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