Hanging balls and butthole

Balls dangling?
Go ahead. Relax. You won't even feel me climb onto the bed behind you. The first thing you'll feel is my cool, smooth hand on your shaft. Reflexively, you'll pulse and start to stiffen. That's OK. Go ahead. Let it fill and harden in the hand that will ultimately empty you. I'll lean in and you'll feel my warm breath before my lips attach to your testicles. Another pulse of your shaft in my hand. Good. I hold one testicle between my teeth. You know not to move. I stroke your shaft and run a fingernail across your tip. Pulse. My other hand now rests lightly on your buttock. You hope that my fingers will splay your cheeks and they do. I touch your rosebud with a wet finger and the pulse there matches that of your shaft. Stroke. Pulse. Squeeze. You are mine. Your tip swells to reach out to my fingernail. Scrape. My lips close on that testicle. A small ache rises into your belly and your shaft is harder than ever. Stroke. Pulse. Twitch. My finger slips inside you. You feel it's pressure on that special spot. Stroke. Pulse. Press. You arch impaling yourself on my finger. Press. I squeeze your prostate and your testicle. I stroke your tip. Now my lips move to your tip. My teeth scrape you tight skin lightly. It swells. You arch. I squeeze your prostate and you empty. Empty. And Empty. Three long hard ropes as you arch and spasm in orgasm. I smile as I swallow your seed. You collapse. I kiss your rosebud and disappear into the night.
 
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