Just Me Playing with My Big Soft Cock

Cheri had been wanting something quieter.

No big challenge. No hypnosis. No “imagine these are your hands.” Just the simple, private act of a man handling his own soft cock—slow, idle, almost thoughtful. The kind of thing someone might do when they were alone and not trying to perform.

“Just you playing with it,” she said, sitting cross-legged on the bed while Manny lay back against the pillows. “Soft the whole time if you can. Big soft cock. No rush to get hard.”

Manny looked down at himself. His cock was already resting heavy against his thigh. “You want it to stay soft?”

“As soft as it stays,” she said. “I want the weight of it. The way it looks when you’re just… handling it.”

That evening she set the camera low and close, framed tightly on his lap. Soft lighting. She stripped completely and stood naked behind the camera, two fingers already moving between her legs while she checked the monitor. Manny reclined where she told him, legs loosely spread, soft thick cock hanging heavy and full.

Her voice came through the mic quiet and calm.

“Just play with it. Soft. No trying to get hard yet. Lift it. Feel the weight. Let them watch.”

Manny’s hand drifted down, cupped the soft cock, and lifted it slightly. He let it rest across his palm, then closed his fingers around it in a loose grip. Cheri’s fingers circled her clit as she watched.

“Yeah,” she murmured. “Like that. Slow. Just feeling it.”

He gave the soft shaft a few lazy strokes, then rolled it in his hand, thumb brushing over the head. The heavy flesh shifted and settled. He cupped his balls briefly with his other hand, then went back to simply holding the weight of his cock.

Cheri paused the recording.

She stepped in, knelt beside the bed, and took over for a minute—lifting his soft cock with both hands, feeling the warmth and thickness of it, giving it a few slow strokes with a spit-slick palm, then letting it rest on her open hand so the camera could see the way it sat. She leaned in and pressed a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the head before returning behind the camera, thighs already shiny.

She hit record again.

“Still soft,” she said, voice a little lower. “Keep playing with it. Lift it. Squeeze it gently. Let them see how thick it is even like this.”

Manny resumed the slow handling—lifting, stroking, letting it drop and settle against his thigh, then picking it up again. The soft cock looked heavier the longer he touched it. Cheri’s breathing had gone quieter; her fingers moved in matching slow circles between her legs.

“Look at the way it fills his hand,” she said. “No blood rushing yet. Just the natural size of it. Keep watching.”

She paused once more. This time she climbed onto the bed, straddled one of his thighs, and took his soft cock between both of her hands. She stroked it with deliberate, wet pulls, spat on the head, and worked the moisture down the shaft while she ground her pussy against his leg. She kept him mostly soft on purpose—just glossier, slightly fuller—before releasing him and returning to the camera.

Record.

“One more time,” she said, clearly affected now. “Just him. Just his hands. Playing with that big soft cock. Slow. No rush.”

Manny’s hand wrapped around it again. He stroked with the same unhurried rhythm, occasionally stopping to simply hold it and feel the weight. The camera stayed locked on the movement. Cheri’s fingers pushed deeper inside herself as she watched.

“That’s it,” she whispered. “Just playing with it. Soft. Heavy. Perfect.”

She let the camera run until her own thighs were trembling, then stopped the recording.

The second the light went off she was on him.

Manny sat up, grabbed her under the ass, and stood, lifting her with him. Cheri’s legs locked around his waist as he lowered her onto his cock—now fully hard from the final handling and her mouth. He started thrusting up into her in steady, powerful strokes, hands gripping her ass, using her weight to drive himself deeper. Each upward snap of his hips forced a wet sound from between her legs. Cheri clung to his shoulders, face pressed to his neck, as her orgasm hit hard—her pussy clenched and a heavy spray of fluid gushed out around his cock, running down his balls. He kept thrusting through it, and another climax followed while he was still holding her, her thighs shaking, more wetness spilling between them.

He carried her to the bed and laid her on her back without pulling out. His thrusts became longer and deeper, hips rolling so the thick head dragged against her front wall on every stroke. Cheri’s hands gripped his shoulders as her body arched; her orgasm rolled through her in a long, shuddering wave, pussy fluttering and spilling around him. He kept the same rhythm and she came again, wetter, legs trembling against his sides.

He rolled them so she was on top. Cheri rode him with deep, grinding circles, taking him to the base on every downward push. Manny’s hands guided her waist. She came while leaning forward to kiss him, moaning into his mouth as her pussy clenched and released in pulsing waves. Another climax followed while she was still grinding, her whole body shaking.

Manny flipped her onto her stomach, pulled her hips up, and thrust back into her from behind. His strokes were harder, deeper, one hand reaching under to rub her clit. Cheri’s face pressed into the sheets as she came, thighs trembling, fluid running down her legs. He kept thrusting and rubbing and she came again, voice breaking into soft, continuous whimpers.

He turned her onto her side, lifted her top leg, and fucked her with long, steady strokes while his fingers worked her clit. Cheri’s orgasm built and broke in a shaking wave, pussy spasming around him. Another followed close behind, leaving her panting and leaking.

When he finally rolled onto his back, Cheri was already sliding down his body, eyes glassy, thighs still twitching.

“My pussy is spasming too much,” she said, voice wrecked. “Just let me suck you dry.”

She took his shiny, throbbing cock into her mouth and sucked with deep, devoted strokes, working him with both hands and her throat. Spit ran down over his balls. Manny’s hand settled in her hair. His hips flexed.

He came with a low groan, pulsing thick ropes down her throat. Cheri swallowed around him, sucking and stroking until she had taken every drop and his cock began to soften on her tongue.

She pulled off slowly, kissed the head, and rested her cheek against his thigh, breathing hard, lips shiny, completely spent.

Manny’s fingers stroked through her hair.

Cheri closed her eyes, still tasting him, still feeling the aftershocks that had left her legs useless.