Disarming the missle

ou pull your pants and boxers down, letting them pool around your ankles.

You take a deep breath as you look down at your hard cock. It's throbbing in your hand, the shaft thick and heavy, the head flushed a deep, angry red. You stroke it gently, feeling the blood rushing through the veins on the surface. The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through your body, making you gasp softly.

You start to pump your hand up and down your shaft, your movements slow and deliberate. You can feel the precum leaking from the tip, making your fingers slick and slippery. The ache in your balls intensifies, a burning, aching sensation that tells you how desperately they need to release the load of cum they're carrying.

You stroke your dick faster, your hand moving up and down your thick shaft. Your mind is filled with images of what you saw a minute ago. Caitlyn, sprawled out on the bed, her hips bucking and grinding against her fingers as she pleasured herself. The way her body tensed and convulsed as she reached a powerful orgasm. The sound of her moans, her voice trembling with desire as she whispered your mom's name.

You can feel your orgasm building, the pressure in your balls intensifying, your shaft throbbing in your hand. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," you gasp, your voice strained and ****.

You stroke faster, your movements becoming more erratic and **** as you chase your release.

Finally your legs give in you collapse on your knees as you climax your body shaking with the **** of your orgasm. Your cock pulses in your hand, spurting thick ropes of cum all over your thighs and the floor. The sensation is overwhelming, your mind going blank as pleasure crashes over you in wave after wave.

As your orgasm subsides, you slump forward, your chest heaving with ragged breaths. You're drenched in sweat, your body trembling with the aftershocks of your climax. You feel drained, exhausted, yet strangely satisfied.