Charles grimaced in response to the discomfort, but I persisted.
“Shhh…” I spoke in a whisper. "You are tougher than that," someone said.
I persisted until I had the unmistakable impression that, if I did not pull back, I might possibly end up damaging his exquisite instrument. So I did. Fascinating was the look of calm that came over Charles's face as the conversation continued.
I was caught off guard as my hand reached down and seized his d**k in a firm grip. He was taken aback by the turn of events, and he let out a loud groan. I started to pull on his shaft, and I found the sensation of it growing stronger and firmer in my palm to be really enjoyable. I was counting down the minutes till I could bury it deep within myself.
I stopped at the tip at that same moment and allowed it to
