小月娘

Sometimes, I really enjoy watching guys masturbate in front of me. The scene itself has a kind of raw intimacy. He's showing me his most private side. My heart beats faster, my breathing quickens, and I always kneel in front of him or sit on the edge of the bed, getting very close to his fully erect penis. The distance is so close that I can clearly see every vein, from the bottom up. I lift my eyes and stare straight at his face. His Adam's apple rolls, and he can't help but keep his eyes on me. He starts to masturbate, just like he does when he's alone. His palm naturally wraps around, the rhythm is not fast or slow, and he strokes up and down. Every time his palm moves up to the glans, I can see the round and full glans completely exposed, with transparent liquid oozing out and shining in the light. When he presses down, the glans is completely covered, leaving only the shaft being repeatedly rubbed by his rough palm. I like to take advantage of the gap when his hand leaves the glans to touch the sensitive areas he rarely touches himself. I gently hold his heavy testicles with my fingertips, feeling them slightly contract in my palm; or I use my finger belly to slowly circle around the coronal groove, occasionally pressing the most sensitive spot at the tip of the glans with my fingertips. His hand always stops for half a second due to my touch, his breathing immediately becomes disordered, and his throat emits a suppressed, nasal hum. '...hmm...[my name]...' He pants and calls my name, his voice low and hoarse, like begging and enduring at the same time. I listen while continuing to use my fingertips to roam between his testicles and glans, sometimes lightly scratching the sensitive tendon under his scrotum with my fingernails, and sometimes pressing my thumb belly around his glans. His whole body is trembling, his hand movements becoming more irregular, and his waist involuntarily thrusts forward, as if wanting to get his penis closer to my face. When his breathing becomes rapid and heavy, and his abdominal muscles tense, I know he's about to ejaculate. I'll get my face closer, open my mouth, and take in his entire glans. My tongue gently presses against his meatus, and at that moment, he can't hold back anymore. A thick, concentrated jet of semen shoots into my mouth, impacting my upper jaw and tongue, wave after wave, too much for me to swallow, with some spilling out of my mouth and down my chin. His body trembles violently as he ejaculates, his throat emitting a sound close to a sob, and he continues to call my name in a stuttering voice. I remain still, holding him in my mouth until he's completely finished, his glans still slightly twitching. Afterwards, he always hugs me, panting heavily, his voice still trembling, and says, 'It's really...more satisfying than sex.' Many people say the same thing after. They say the feeling of being watched by me, being touched by my hands on the places they usually don't touch themselves, and finally ejaculating in my mouth is particularly strong, embarrassing, yet pleasurable. It's like they've completely given their most vulnerable, most out-of-control side to me. The contradictory feeling of being thoroughly controlled and gently treated is probably why they find it more enjoyable than just having sex.