Keep stroking him

You continue to jerk off Mr. Crassle's thick, veiny prick while the older man alternates between your breasts, sucking and squeezing them each in turn. The precum oozing constantly now from his dick is being churned into a foam by the steady up and down pumping of your fist.

"Ohhh yeah," Mr. Crassle groans, leaning back into his pillow and smiling. "That's it, you little slut. Work that dick. Work that dick for me, baby."

"Yes," you coo to him. "It's so big and hard."

"That's right it is," he says and shudders beneath you. "Yeah, you made it hard. Mmmmmm. Squeeze it a little more and use your other hand...yeah, like that. Play with my balls."

You massage them with your other hand, feeling them tighten up fully beneath his shaft. With your other hand you work up and down his slippery prick, smearing the precum all over and pumping his twitching dick. You can tell his orgasm is closing in as his breathing becomes ragged. He begins to thrust up slightly into your fist as you stroke down to the base of his cock.

"That's it," he pants. "That's it, sweetie. Work that dick. Work it."

"You want me to make it cum?" You whisper softly, your eyes flicking between his cock's throbbing purple head and his expression of anxious pleasure.

"Yesss," he moans. "I'm close. Make me cum, sweetie. Make that big dick cum."