You use your kung-fu grip on him!

You turn with mock surprise to find Mr. Wood standing at the doorway with his pants unzipped and his purple-headed cock clenched in one hand. He stops stroking it as soon as you look at him and attempts to tuck it back into his pants.

"I'm sorry, Joy, I-," he begins.

You're too fast for him, you drop the magazine and lunge across the bed. Your hand wraps around his cock before he can tuck it back into his pants. It's about average size, which means it barely stick out past his big beer belly, but it's nice and thick.

"Don't be sorry, Mr. Wood," you look up at him from your perch on the bed.

You sit on the edge of the bed facing him and pull him closer so he's standing between your legs. This also gives you a nice closeup view of his veiny prick.

"You've got a nice cock, Mr. Wood," you say as you begin to firmly stroke it.

"Oh," he groans, "this isn't really happening."

A drop of precum forms on the tip of his dick and you use your thumb to spread it around.

"It's happening, Mr. Wood."

You stroke his cock with increasing vigor. You can feel your panties soaking through with your excitement. You pump your fist up and down on his dick, all the way to the purple head and back down to his big balls and gray pubic hair.

"You're so good at that," Mr. wood moans.

"It's a talent," you beam.

You work his drooling prick faster in your soft hand. You let the precum oozing out serve as a lubricant. His dick seems to grow harder and harder in your fist. You can see his balls start to tighten up.

"Oh," he groans, "I'm getting close."

"I can tell," you say.

Should you let him cum? Where do you want it? Or do you want to make him wait?