Ah, the bliss of simply wallowing exhibitionistically between the pair, lolling back against the headboard of the bed, watching the absolute dirtiest porno he could find while one indulgent thing toyed calm and relentless with his over sensitized little n*****s as the other made the fat purple head of the bloated c**k she touched ooze and glisten with the clear droplets that presaged the great gluey load that in her kindly merciless patience she would not let him squirt yet… It was simply the wickedest way ever for a man to masturbate. This way, after all, he had all the pleasure of any decadent self-indulgence he craved without the trouble of having to lift a finger for it—why, he even had the pleasant unpredictability of sensation that came from a partner, too. And underlying it all, of
