HELPING HIM 😉

Randy lay on the bed, breathing raggedly, biting his lip as he touched himself, trying to get himself off. His hand moves steadily up and down his cock, thumbing the tip, small whimpers left his lips at the sensation

He stroked himself faster, moans falling from his lips. He grew frustrated, not being able to cum, slipping further away from the sweet release he’s been craving all day. He knew Tessa would easily bring him to orgasm, but he didn’t want to bother her for such an… embarrassing reason, knowing she was at work at the moment. He continued to touch himself, moving his hand quickly then slowly, trying to mimic Tessa’s movements every time she jerked him off…it wasn’t the same, and his body knew

Tears of frustration welled up in his eyes; he wanted so badly to cum. Unknown to him, Tessa had left work early and had arrived at the house, heading upstairs when she didn’t see him. The bedroom door was left slightly ajar, and Tessa peered in, a smirk plastering on her face when she saw Randy’s frustrated state.

“Need help, babe?” she asks, arms crossed against her chest. Randy jumped slightly at the sound of her voice before relaxing when he noticed it was her

“P-please?” he whined.

Tessa walked over to the bed, climbing onto it, eyeing Randy’s pathetic state. She trailed her hand up his exposed stomach to his chest, pinching his nipples, which made him yelp, his cock twitching in response.

“D-don’t tease, please," he begged. 

“No promises, love~” she teased, her other hand wrapping around his length, pumping him slowly. He moans, face contorting in pleasure, throwing his head back as he grows closer to orgasm.

“May I c-cum please?” he asked, voice shaky.

Tessa stroked him faster, “already?~ how pathetic~” she taunted. Randy whimpered at her tone, gripping her arm, pleading

“Go ahead, baby~ make a mess of yourself for me~.” 

That was all it took to make him cum all over her fist, twitching slightly at the sweet relief. She pulled away after he did, letting him come down from his high. 

“Better?~” she asks, cleaning him up

“Much better, thank you,” he smiles, pulling her down to cuddle


🖤Noir

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