This one was fun. After the sad smack and dribble in the cock ring last night, the dam has broken and he can no longer be trusted. Too bad for him I've been turning it up all day and still want to play. So I sit in the pink panties he picked out and count him through some bratty breath play.

One, two, three, four, five strokes ... then a sip of air. Varying My speed and intensity, if I have to stop before the fifth downstroke, we wait and start over -- no catch breath.

The strokes. The smothering. My laughter. He can't.

Finally, the c*mshot I've been waiting for.

Two ruins in two days. That's more than he should have had all year, wouldn't you say?

Quick and dirty

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