Commitment - Beach Day 03: "Sunbathers" Pt. 5 (Patreon)

Continued from Pt. 4.

"The man’s touch had an uncanny ability to read his state of arousal. No matter how hard he tried to be stealthy or hide his usual tells, Calvin’s fingers somehow always knew when he was coming close to climax. Butterflies in his pelvic floor and a tightening of his balls were a short-lived tease, as right on cue the fingers would tauntingly withdraw and rearrange Aaron into some new position, not revisiting his crotch until the needle on his internal pressure gauge had fallen back out of the red zone.

Forbidden from taking control, all Aaron could do was surrender to each wave as it swelled and then passed without cresting. He didn’t know if there was a word it, the throbbing ache of denial that felt too wonderful to be torture but too frustrating to be anything else. What he did know was how his body chose to react each time it was left hanging on the edge: leaking forth in furious protest of the repeated abuse."

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