Paul admitted that he enjoyed tease and denial phone sex. He told me, blushing the entire time, that he was turned on by gorgeous women and that what he most loved was just holding the slow burn of want, desiring, and waiting without knowing when or if there would be an end. So all I had to do was put him to the test. I had to figure out how far I could push him before he lost all sense of dignity and self-control. He had told me what turned him on, so I told him what turned me on. I gently brushed the back of my fingers over his bulging cock. The tips of my fingernails just touched his head, causing him to jerk and squirm. His eyes were brilliant, already welling with tears of frustration and want.
“As I touch, stroke, and run my hands over you as if you were a piece of meat, mine for the taking, I want to watch you struggle to keep yourself together, to prevent yourself from cumming.” My hands, still moving, stroked and petted up his stomach and toward his chest. I used my fingernails to twist and pull his nipples, eliciting a faint whine from him. My thumbs formed tight circles around his swollen nipples. “Would you like me to touch your cock like this?” I giggled. “To stroke, squeeze, pull, or draw circles and patterns across your cock, over your balls, and down into your warm, small hole? How strongly do you want it? How much do you need? Tell me.”
I grinned as he began to sob and beg for permission. And when I saw that his hands were exactly where I had placed them, on his thighs, I chuckled. My cock was throbbing at both the sight and his sounds; he was the perfect little plaything for my tease and denial phone sex. Call 1-888-739-9350 and ask for Lana.
